Random Blah Blah Blah

• I am actually happy to be going in to work on a Saturday. This is because Fred has been busting my innocent chops about finishing up testing for Caspar's system. It does no good to explain that I am neither programmer nor DBA - the main culprits in completely stalling testing. The system seems to be healed and I intend to finish testing. TODAY.
• Dr. Lavender and I are going to have a Talk, soon. Yesterday on leaving his office, I was trash-talking myself. Immediately followed by - hella? This isn't right.
• The frabjous bathtub should be delivered on Friday. By this time next week, if the construction gods smile on us, I will have a 1/2 complete new bathroom.
• I put Butchy in the nap room yesterday while I was at work. I returned to a much calmer household. Butchy was calmer. The other cats greeted me, then fell back into their customary comas.
• It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.
• I think I may have solved a major economic worry. I may have found a source for cheap food.
  
• I would like to remind readers of this blog that every medical thing I blog about myself should be taken with this very large grain of salt: I am a gold-medal hypochondriac. And I am only further confused by being told repeatedly when I was a child that I was not sick, when in fact I had rheumatic fever.
• I really do think I can decide not to have something. I have decided not to have plantar fasciitis. So far, so good.
• I wildly overreact internally to any diagnosis I receive. Keep that in mind, too.
• I don't know what I would do without Dylan. Or Gus. Or Boris. Or Mo Daddy. Or Katy. Or Brianna, Taylor, Blue, Phoebe, Butch, and Sophie. But most especially, Dylan.