On March 18, 1925, 1:01 p.m., a massive tornado touched down in north-northwest of Ellington, Missouri. The tornado remained on the ground for about three-and-a-half hours. During that time, at least 695 died and 2,027 were injured, mostly in southern Illinois. The tornado moved forward at incredible speeds: 73 miles per hour was its fastest ( Read more... )

In that I am feeling lazy. I still have a couple of chores to do and supper to fix ( Read more... )

The mice had another Blessed Event last night. I hope Rowan is in need of more snackies. Mithril, of course, keeps eying the mouse tank with avid interest. I haven't counted the babies yet, since Mama Mouse doesn't like to be disturbed, but last time, there were eight ( Read more... )

I have the most spoiled cats on the face of the planet. They get tidbits of steak, lobster and other goodies. Neil and I routinely observe that there are people (alas!) who do not eat as well as our cats eat. And yet, just let the food in their trays be a bit less than full, and they start picketing, crying and giving us these accusing stares. ( Read more... )

Today is Neil's day off. He has a doctor's appointment this afternoon, but otherwise, the day is ours. I think I shall make pancakes for breakfast, along with coffee (for Neil) and sausages ( Read more... )

But I really should get up and get moving, just to keep the body accustomed to exercise. Hmm...books? The dishes are washing. I suppose I could see if there's laundry to be done.

Meh.

Our scary, soon-to-be-ex couch is out at the curb, along with several bags of trash, assorted junk from the back yard and old boxes. Had I mentioned that I hadn't cleaned in several years? There's still more to do, but this room is more or less presentable. The living room still needs to be sorted, but since no one's planning to sleep there, it' ( Read more... )

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I'm hoping today isn't more of a "Tired Day" than it has already turned out to be. I even managed to sleep through Neil getting ready for work ( Read more... )

Today is my LAST dose of the Daptomycin IV. On Wednesday, I get to lose the PICC line, and then I need to watch my right foot for a few days to see if anything untoward happens, such as recurrence of the infection. If nothing happens, we're good; if it does flare up again, I could be looking at more surgery. MOAR surjury? I kould haz MOAR? ( Read more... )