Sorry for the light posting lately -- we're in what we call around the delagar household an astrological cold spot, where one bad thing after the next keeps slamming into us. It's wearing me out.
The most recent string of events, just this week, include the Chancellor of our University dying, which has the entire Faculty edgy and uncertain, one of my dogs attacking the other and biting his eye out, so that I have to not only deal with the trauma of handling the little dog's injury, but think about what to do about the big dog -- is it safe to keep him around? I do have a seven year old, after all; on the one hand, we love the big dog; on the othe, what if he bites the child next time -- and being told, yesterday, that I need to undergo tests on Monday to find out whether I might have a "little tumor" hanging around up in my kidney. (I quote, I quote.)
Which, since I did, once, have a little tumor hanging around my thyroid, I can't meet with quite the cheeriness the surgeon presented it to me with. Though I'm doing my best.
You can imagine the effect all this is having on the kid. Well, we haven't told her about the possible tumor. And she doesn't care about the Chancellor. But all the other disasters that are dropping on our heads ( -- disasters: Bad stars. Heh.) they're not helping her deal.
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