I am at Hopkins getting some tests (to confirm what doc and I believe is nothing). It is super weird to be here, on one of our regular floors, but not for something related to the cancer. I tell you what, the cardiologist department is super organized with tickets and beepers and whatnot. I, on the other hand, am disorganized and slow and can't get anywhere on time this week. So frustrated with myself.

Stay safe and warm, everyone! I am glad my biggest issue of the morning was a too-hot shuttle van.

Schools are open today. Yay!!!

you lucky dog.

I am finally getting the second round of holiday cards out. Family got out before mid-January, but then things got buried.

Article on Edward Gorey concerning an exhibit at the Boston Athenaeum: [link]

I love this bit:

"This is a man with deep familiarity with Tale of Genji and The Pillow Book — works of Japanese literature that are thousands of years old — but who also owned an exhaustive videotape collection of seemingly every Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode," Dery says.

One of us! One of us!

Hrmp. As if the two are mutually exclusive!

(Hugs knowledge of three dead languages to her chest)

When I was at the Edward Gorey House it was mentioned more than once that he was a huge Buffy fan, though I doubt he owned every episode because he passed away before the show ended.

This is the cutest video I've seen in a while: Two Corgis Playing Tetherball - Good Game, or Best Game?

I defy you to invent a game more fun than corgi tetherball. Corgis are short, corgis are cute, and corgis do not have a shred of regard for the rules of playground games. As you can tell from this match between dog pals Aston and Martin -- they're cleverly named after James Bond's car -- human sports have a long way to go before they can even think about dreaming about hoping to rival corgi sports in entertainment value.

Our corgi loved to trap a soccer ball and nose it back to us. She was very good at it.

Oh, ugh, Nonian, that's massively scary. Wishing you a careful and safe drive to and from court, and please call the dealer. Suddenly absent brakes is something that can't wait.

Confirmatory nothing~ma to lisah!

Hoping Liese and her SO got to a safe, snug, warm, power-and-heat-having hotel and she hasn't popped in to say hi because she's still fast asleep.

Last night was moderately awful - Matilda coughed and coughed and her cough laughed and sneered villainously at our pathetic Robitussin, and then she cried because she couldn't stop coughing, and then she shuddered and wept soundlessly because the crying completely sealed up her sinuses. It was a long, long night.

Onerous tasks that really can't wait until Onerous Task Day: Do taxes. Draft Sam-pimping inquiry letters to a bunch of children's bookstores, send out as many as possible. Get Med Center IT to upload scanner installation software onto my computer, since I'm not allowed to do it myself.

And do regular workday-type stuff, too, but none of that is really onerous what with the people at work being not-crazy and all (yesterday I had an amazing conversation with the NP with whom I share a cubicle, the gist of which is that she wanted to make sure I understood that everyone in the division knows that Rage Nurse has rage, Vengeance Doc is vengeful and the old office is toxic).