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Monday, May 15, 2006

Although today was a little like swimming through a river of razor blades, I think I came out of it better than I went into it.

After less than two years, the Boss has decided to refinance The Kennel. Like, right now. He has an appointment with the banker tomorrow, and he needed all kinds of reports to show— something, I’m not sure what. All I know is that I got a phone call at four o’clock that made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere tonight (not even D.J.’s school open house, which I had been looking forward to).

And I was up sick between 3:00 am and 4:00 am last night, and in the bathroom all morning, and ready for a nap well before noon, and totally not fit for human companionship at any point during the day. Plus, sneezing. After days free from most of the allergy symptoms I’ve had all my life, sneezing. Back with a vengeance.

Then tonight, out of the blue, the pain was gone. Well, nearly gone. I could twist my right arm around about halfway without a twinge, and the twinges when I went a little too far weren’t all that bad. So I’m in a new thinking mode now. I’m afraid that it won’t hurt enough by the time I go to the doctor (May 31), and I don’t want to show up without something to complain about.

The garden area is the only part of the yard that's still overgrown.

So here’s the deal. I took the brace off and typed madly all afternoon (not that I had a choice, thanks to the Boss). And I’m thinking that the day before my appointment, I might mow the yard and whack the weeds and possibly make a rock garden (and/or dig a koi pond). Maybe it’ll be time to change the water bottle again.

This plan isn’t written in stone yet. It’s still in that fluid what-am-I-thinking stage.

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For at least one game, the Giants broke out of their sudden hitting-slash-pitching-slash-fielding slump. They put it all together and scored eight runs in the first three innings, including a grand slam by Pedro Feliz, and held off the Astros for nine and won, 10-1, behind Brad Hennessey, who pitched in and out of trouble over five innings, just enough to pick up his third win. The Astros left 17 runners on base in the game, nine during Hennessey’s five innings; it doesn’t get much more frustrating than that.

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One year ago: Uphill
"I’m feeling a little desperate about this situation right now, but I’ll keep doing what I have to do to make up for my deficiencies."

Two years ago: Holding On
"It's a little like driving through the fog. You know where you're going, and you'll get there sooner or later, but it's hard to tell how close you are."

Three years ago: Quiet Night
"At four o'clock in the morning, I can believe almost anything as long as it's something dire."

Four years ago: Can't Be Sick
"I tried it both ways and it didn't seem to matter. I was going to be snurfling and hawrking no matter what."

Five years ago: Mosca Morgue
"One of my nightmares is coming true."

Six years ago: Bean Counter
"It has potholes that could swallow a humvee, so my modest little Honda has no chance."

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