Sauna steam: outside air is below zero Fahrenheit and inside is about 140. 100% the best present SK and I got ourselves this year (besides wedding rings, of course). Not to be confused with The Upside Down: there are no Gormegons here, but there is a horde of D&D players in this household, so it… Continue reading Seasons Greetings from The In-Between
Tag: Where I Should Be
Update From the Thick of It
First, why the hell is WordPress asking me if I'm a night person or morning person instead of the usual "type here to start a new block" instruction? That's fucking weird, WordPress. No. Second, I know I haven't done a real post in a while, but instead of excuses I have real reasons. SK and… Continue reading Update From the Thick of It
fAngus Update and Vacation
I've been busy doing as much NOTHING as possible, so I'm remiss on updating the status of fAngus's recovery. The torture continues for him, although just before vacation he was able to drop off the awful antibiotic (the one that could burn a hole in his esophagus if he didn't eat immediately after and make… Continue reading fAngus Update and Vacation
Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
First, let me just say now that I'm moved into the house (on five acres across from a golf course): I did NOT realize how die-hard some folk are about their golf game. As I write this it's a whopping 37 degrees Fahrenheit and alternating between rain and sleet. Yet there are multiple groups of… Continue reading Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
Planning in the Dark – an update of sorts
This isn't a funny post (although I bet I'll have a few after I get the furballs moved, because the horde is understandably concerned about fAngus protest-pooping and Minerva eating their stuffed animals when we move). It's more of a reminder to myself. In my Pagan calendar, the period of time between Yule (12/21ish) and… Continue reading Planning in the Dark – an update of sorts
Star Wars, Frankenboob, and Anniversaries
A year ago, on May 4th, I sat for my last chemo infusion. In the middle of the pandemic lockdown, bald, eyelashless, and really tired of being really tired I went to chemo alone. 16th Voluntary Poisoning (Eyelashless, by the way, is honestly way weirder than being bald because I looked like my human-skin-suit was… Continue reading Star Wars, Frankenboob, and Anniversaries
Turn on the Lights
I have a couple book reviews pending and an urban fantasy novel to finish, but I have something of a compulsion to write this post today. Maybe it's because in my neighborhood the wind over the melting snow has that raw, damp feel that makes it even colder. Maybe it's because true to November form,… Continue reading Turn on the Lights
We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
Seems utterly appropriate that this mug looks poisoned and haunted. When I was about to start chemo last winter, one of my very best friends, Sarah, gave me a care package including a cancer hat (which I still have), a few lovely odds and ends, and this mug. Technically chemo ended on Star Wars Day… Continue reading We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
This. Is. (not) SPARTA
Yesterday I had a couple recovery milestones worth writing about. I had a "survivorship" appointment with oncology, and all my tests confirm I'm pretty much back to normal (in my case, I suppose abnormal is the correct word but we're talking physically, here, not mentally) other than fatigue/stamina. So other than seeing my oncologist every… Continue reading This. Is. (not) SPARTA
My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
A couple of days ago, I was hanging out with my brothers and sisters and some other dogs, when my super favorite human, Angie, introduced me to an obnoxiously HUGE dog and some weird tall lady. I was pretty nervous: I've only been alive for 11 weeks, and that dog was big and scary looking,… Continue reading My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
No Pithy Phrase 