This is in the planning stages, so nothing is set:

Do any Buffistas live in the Allentown/Bethlehem/Easton, PA airport area who would be willing and able to pick me up from the airport around 8-8:30 PM, and let me crash on the couch/floor? My flight would leave at 6 am, so I wouldn't expect anyone to drive me to the airport at 4am.

Again, I'm planning how to get M home from the holidays for the cheapest way possible.

ETA: Um, that's January 2nd arrival and Jan 3rd departure. Any info, e-me at profile addy!

I put this on FB this morning, but I changed my cell phone number to 720-454-9131 today. The old number no longer works.

Quick Bartleby update:

We had the sutures removed about an hour ago and it looks pretty...um...red, back there. Still, the nurse assured me that the tissues are healing well.

The anticipated problem with the Y juncture of the incisions has not seen fruition, except that it is taking longer than the other sites to heal.

I made a huge mistake by letting Bartleby play (in the house) with a friend on Saturday, which resulted in some pretty dramatic bleeding. It was very reminiscent of the 'bad old days' and really freaked me out.

I accepted a sadly well-deserved, severe dressing down from an emergency room nurse and have vowed to not let him move much at all for the next week or two.

My bad judgment does not seem to have caused lasting damage, thank goodness.

None of the predicted post-operative complications have seen fruition, but after Saturday, I will count no stitch before it is completely healed!

Thanks again to everyone for their on-going support and good thoughts. We are more than halfway there!

I know I've got a lot of nerve asking for some vibes and such seeing as I'm almost never here, but one of my very best friends - the Caro to my Vivi - lost her Dad on Monday and her mom this morning. She's strong and magnificent in her ability to get to the brass tacks and get down to what needs getting down to, but she's in a lot of pain right now - most of which I can't imagine she's even aware of. Please send her prayers and thoughts and vibes or any positive, healing thoughts as she and her brother bury both of their parents.

Thank you, lovelies.

It is 4:30 in the morning and Bartleby and I just got home from 3 more hours in the emergency room.

We finished his antibiotic two days ago and I was lulled into a false sense of security.

I came home from the movies this evening...the first time I left him alone without a watcher in 6 weeks...only to find he had an inflammation on the back of his leg, as big as my fist.

The trip to the ER garnered many more hardcore antibiotics and some 'rule out' tests for the nose issue that has suddenly resurfaced.

He has 'sprung leaks' on both ends and his left nostril is completely blocked. These issues are unrelated, so we need two completely different treatment plans.

Some information came to light that was not available earlier, and at least let me let go of the idea that he has an allergy. The nice young doctor said lots of scary things, though, and my nerves are just shot.

I'm going to do whatever it takes, but right this minute, my spirit is pretty beaten up.

Philly peeps!

I will have a layover between 11:07 am and 1:30 at the Philly airport on 1/3/12, if anyone wants to/can meet me for lunch or something.

I've never been to the Philly 'port, so I know nothing about whether this is feasible for security, but I would be delighted, if it's possible.

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Le sigh. We are gonna be without internet/cable for a week or two, between the plane tickets and another unexpected has-to-be-paid-NOW bill. Our cable's already out; I dunno why internet hasn't been cut off yet.

So if/when I go grey, that's why. E-me, call me, text me if you need me; I can check my messages via phone, and will be heading to a friend's house every day to get wi-fi and get work done, until we get paid again on the 15th.

Debated about posting this, but what the hell.

I'm participating in this year's Shelter Shiver, a fundraising event for Project Rescue Chicago. These are the folks who pulled Darby out of the animal control pound where she'd been for at least six months, got her into a foster home, and eventually to me. They're a tiny organization run by basically two people and a cadre of volunteers.

Here's 200 reasons to support PRC if you're so inclined. Here's how: [link] [Whoops, link fixed]

I know it's the holidays, and we've a lot of folks in need around here too. So please, no expectations at all. But if this is a cause that resonates with you (or alternatively, if you'd like to see me go jump in a lake), then Darby and I thank you muchly.

I'm going to reach out and ask for a little health~ma and coping ~ma for a teammate. Her girlfriend just got a cancer dx and they are terrified and trying to deal. They are amazing people and I just hope everything is going to be ok for them.