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  • End-of-year plague

    End-of-year plague

    Just a quick post to let everyone know that, at least in my neck of the woods, there’s a fairly heinous bug going ’round. I somehow picked it up last Sunday–when I felt great and walked around the city, enjoying the weather and plotting out my post about the city-transforming Taylor Swift weekend–because by Monday,…

  • This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…

  • it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    That’s a picture of sweet little orphan Annie about two days after I adopted her.  How about that li’l ragamuffin with the all-knowing owl eyes, like two brand-new polished marbles?  She’s now the floofiest, most spoiled little chonker (at the vet two Saturdays ago, the first thing the doc said was “She’s pudgy,” which hurt…

  • okay: it’s cat time.

    okay: it’s cat time.

    I’ve written about rehab, about ESL (which, truthfully, is going to go on forever), written about my bruised ass, written about the weather. But now, it’s time to write about Vancouver. And cats. Specifically, my cat.  It was exactly ten years ago, 2014 to be sure, and I was living in a ground-floor flat with my then-boyfriend, Charles,…