I have discovered that my sweet Marley's expensive medical tests have shown he is in perfect health, which is great news, but still leaves us stymied about why his appetite has decreased dramatically.

Full labs? So blood panel and urine? If you rule out physical, psychological. But from what you said, I'd still wonder at physical. Or a change in the food makeup. New bag?

Happy birthday, Andi.

Here you go, brenda: [link]

Thank you ever so much for the birthday wishes, darlings. You make me smile.

I would be in the Healthy Control Group for Depression. They wanted to know my handedness - which is a new wrinkle.

I don't know about depression, but I learned in a group session that there is some statistically significant correlation between leftiness (hand, eye, ear, foot) and addiction. I also found out that while I am a righty in three of those four, my left ear is dominant in spite of having once had that ear drum burst by a BB.

May that witches' brew do its job and prove itself to have been concocted by good witches, Connie.

Where was that whole-head roasted cauliflower thing being discussed? If I can find it I might try that tonight.

I had a hard time not just eating the roast cauliflower I made for the gratin. It was so tasty.

So far he hasn't gotten the bag of ominous dark red drug that other patients were getting.

Adriamycin, aka the red devil chemo. Been there, done that. It's hell on the heart, though. (My heart seems to be fine.)

No amount of cheese in the world can redeem cauliflower. It is the anticheese.

I love cauliflower any old way, but the guys like it when I bake it in a concoction of sour cream and cheese.

fugu, yew, periwinkle, and something called happy tree (something Asian). All natural!

Interesting, I mean I wish this wasn't stuff any of us had to learn about, but that sounds like quite the brew.

Happy belated Day, WindSparrow!

I am up for an onerous task day. I'm currently writing a big chunk of my thesis that has been so slow, it's getting me down. Also I have to renew my disabled students' allowance, and that form is long and ridiculous. (I give them the same answers every year. Yes, I am still studying. Yes, still studying the same thing. Yes, my PhD is taking me forever. Yes, I still plan to finish exactly when I initially planned to finish. Happy now? Meh.)

Thank you, Seska!

Tons of thesis~ma, Seska. I'm sorry you have to deal with so much bureaucracy.

I'm waiting for a food delivery because I had a free delivery coupon, and I decided it was just too damn cold to go to the market. Then blood work and volunteering at the library bookstore.

Tales from the Drama!

The best thing of all this is that Hubby's daughter is back in his (our) life, which makes him very happy. There's always a soap opera twist, though. Kara's mother, Hubby's first wife, wants to become buddies, and she thinks it would be lovely if Hubby and I and she and her current (fourth? fifth?) husband hung out together.

No way in God's or anyone else's green earth.

I despise that woman for what she did to my man. What she's done to several men. I can be in the same room as her, I can hold strictly polite conversation. That's it. Of course, Hubby and she would have reason to communicate, they have a child in common. But she conspired against him, manipulated him, lied about him, and consciously spoke ill about him to his daughter. There's something vaguely creepy to me about her wanting to be all cuddly with a man she used and the woman who has demonstrably been able to put him with him much better than she had. And to expect her own current husband to be pals with us.

Right after I married Hubby, ex-wife came up to me, gave me a sweet smile, and said, "I hope we can be good friends." Why? Why would I be friends with you! Hubby used your upcoming wedding announcement as part of the evidence against you at the divorce hearing! Which you didn't even bother to show up for, because you were too busy arranging your next marriage!

I so dislike that woman.