Janel's Place

Maybe the watch-email never boils. Or comes. It's 11:25 a.m. in Japan right now, a good time to email. I'm almost positive that going to science meetings are more trouble than they are worth, but it's still breaking out of the mold which prevents molding. (Meanwhile the cat dumps another pile of papers onto the floor... do my landlords think I do that?)

I saw a horse with a seriously swollen right flank today. Seriously. Actually he just had a gigantic butt cheek and since that's what I've been telling everybody else I might as well write it. If I was a vet I would be spending most of my time doing re-rounds, because you can't just treat something like that and not go back and see how it's doing! How satisfying it would be to watch that thing regress. Then you would feel that vet school was worth it.

Today I found my toothpaste that had been lost. It was a moment of joy because my other toothpaste is really hard to squeeze any more toothpaste out of.

My baby chickens are still alive.

My rat is psychotic.

This is a desultory blog. Maybe even abstruse. Would it be more mellifluous if I expatiated upon the ignominious equivocation of our contumacious media? Calumniating Mel Gibson with such effrontery? It promotes misanthropy and makes one splenetic. Dude, I always thought that referred to the spleen. Guess not. Maybe if you have a problem with your spleen you become splenetic. Aren't I a sanguine savant! Or a soporific human progressing to the phlegmatic state, doomed to recidivism. I'm not going to have a clue what this means tomorrow.