#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin’, Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin', Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

#6218 nighttime visitor, aqua-mobile, Cat’s Eye Nebula.

Brother came over last night, late looking to crash (slept on the porch – Newt hair gets him). Apparently he missed the last bus home, so he wanted a place to just rest until he could take off. I was awake, so no big deal… until 3am when he woke me up trying to come inside the apartment looking for a snack, I gave him a smart ones sundae cone (only 2 points! hooray for splenda!) and wished him good night. He woke me again at 6am looking to get $1 for a bus pass (and another sugary snack from the freezer). A pity he wasn’t thinking more clearly, or I could have been only awakened once. I am sleeping more soundly, was very likely to go the whole night.

Thinkin’ about my sweetie, and that makes me smile.

bp is 110/70, haven’t taken any pain meds since right before bed last night. Riva noted that my wound is mending nicely, and nothing should impede staple removal on Friday.

Hmm.. I hope Jonna got my checks deposited ok on Friday… still no reflection, but it is the weekend.

I expect to see the Madre swing by today…she’s nicely picking up some drinks for me. I think Danny is coming by sometime today too, as well as the first visit by the “hairwashing” nurse. I can birdbath ok on my own, but it’s difficult to get my head under the sink.


Terra Wind. Introducing the world’s first luxury Amphibious Motor Coach / Yacht. Perfect for slow moving, or retired supervillians. Hmm… a little tricky, because it’s a freshwater device, but still handy for getaways on lakes or rivers.

They’re working on building a floating tow trailor for a car or pair of jet skis. Pretty cool!

I could see the old Z-squad group petitioning Agent 13 for one of those.

(I’ve seen the earlier “Duck Tours” Style vehicle before, but the bus looks just like an RV.


The Cat’s Eye Nebula. info, and a beautiful image.

#6218 nighttime visitor, aqua-mobile, Cat's Eye Nebula.

Brother came over last night, late looking to crash (slept on the porch – Newt hair gets him). Apparently he missed the last bus home, so he wanted a place to just rest until he could take off. I was awake, so no big deal… until 3am when he woke me up trying to come inside the apartment looking for a snack, I gave him a smart ones sundae cone (only 2 points! hooray for splenda!) and wished him good night. He woke me again at 6am looking to get $1 for a bus pass (and another sugary snack from the freezer). A pity he wasn’t thinking more clearly, or I could have been only awakened once. I am sleeping more soundly, was very likely to go the whole night.

Thinkin’ about my sweetie, and that makes me smile.

bp is 110/70, haven’t taken any pain meds since right before bed last night. Riva noted that my wound is mending nicely, and nothing should impede staple removal on Friday.

Hmm.. I hope Jonna got my checks deposited ok on Friday… still no reflection, but it is the weekend.

I expect to see the Madre swing by today…she’s nicely picking up some drinks for me. I think Danny is coming by sometime today too, as well as the first visit by the “hairwashing” nurse. I can birdbath ok on my own, but it’s difficult to get my head under the sink.


Terra Wind. Introducing the world’s first luxury Amphibious Motor Coach / Yacht. Perfect for slow moving, or retired supervillians. Hmm… a little tricky, because it’s a freshwater device, but still handy for getaways on lakes or rivers.

They’re working on building a floating tow trailor for a car or pair of jet skis. Pretty cool!

I could see the old Z-squad group petitioning Agent 13 for one of those.

(I’ve seen the earlier “Duck Tours” Style vehicle before, but the bus looks just like an RV.


The Cat’s Eye Nebula. info, and a beautiful image.

Hmm. I’m very prone to nibble in bed tonight. If I weren’t documenting intake, I’d probably have gobbled up a good portion of my available snacks as I read. Polished off the Magician’s Companion and it’s superb, information-wise, save for poor editing. I’d love to see a 2nd edition in hardcover and all cleaned up. I can see using it as a point of reference for a long time to come. It’s got me wanting to write something about the occult underground (or play in a UA / Over the edge game)

I remembered to call the mother tonight, and wish her a happy 56. She seems older than that to me… heck, Danny and Ray are both 40. I feel that she is more than 16 years greater than they are. She seems so much frailer.

I’ve been craving home fries since that article on flavor creation. I’m going to try to have Danny bring me by some salty-starch tomorrow…I’m not up to standing over a skillet yet. (Dan brought me a reload of Reese’s Puffs and took some laundry away today. we watched a little nickelodeon cartoons before he took off. He couldn’t stay longer, allergic to Newt. Dan varies from an hour to about 4 hours cope-level.)

Newt’s been sweet today by bringing me all of his toys and leaving them next to me to play with. He’s sleeping at my feet now, cute as a cat-loaf can be. His fur seems extra soft today…Perhaps due to the season’s lack of humidity.

I’m wondering if I can special order specific letters from alpha-bits cereal. Think that it’d be cool to have just a big bowl of a specific word like “LOVE” (Though, I suppose someone would wonder why I was eating “VOLE” cereal.) Heck, if I wanted to be a little narcissistic, I could always ask for “SCOTTO”.

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