Since 1998 or so, I've had BIG CHANGE years every three years like clockwork. Usually, there are smaller-scale changes scattered throughout, but nothing on the order of the three-year cycle. I tend to lump the tail and beginning ends of the surrounding years in, because it seems like a fair bit happens on the edges, too ( Read more... )

M got a diagnosis and a treatment all in one fell swoop, and we're going to go out on a celebratory date tomorrow. I'm trying to figure out some date activity that requires fine motor control in the hands, and I'm coming up blank.

Suggestions?

M and I went on our first date nine years ago. We tend to treat the 5th of July as more important than (either of) our wedding anniversaries; I'm not really sure why. Nine years is a long time -- almost a third of our lives -- and we've gone through the fantastic and the horrible together ( Read more... )

Thanks to all for the well-wishes ( Read more... )

M's off at the MRI now; I was told not to come along by the nurse. Also, all hospitals should have free public wi-fi. It's just the right thing to do.

A little after 11 this morning I got a call from M: "I have a neurological problem, and we're going from breakfast to home, and then to the emergency room." (She was with J last night. He, by the way, has asserted that this isn't his fault. There was no significant beating-about-the-head last night, apparently. Personally, I'm blaming the ( Read more... )

"I've been telling you that you need to go to a neurologist for years."

"You're so satisfied, aren't you?"

Get My FBI File might be a useful site for those among you who are married to me interested in what information the government might or might not have on you.

That was a hell of a weekend. Let me dump my brain for you:

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For her birthday, M has asked people to make her mix CDs (in an ill-fated attempt to resurrect the long-lost art of the mix tape). Since I've been listening to a heck of a lot of what can only be described as relentlessly upbeat music lately, that's what she got. The original goal was aggressively perky music with lyrics that just didn't fit the ( Read more... )