Why on earth would you call something that you’re asking people to pee in, “a hat?”

Four phlebotomists have now failed to get a sample out of my poor roomie

4:30 blood draws. Good times. There’s someone speaking Spanish in the hall, and I wish the door was open so I could have a better chance of successfully eavesdropping

My roomie’s inflating and deflating leg cuffs, and my IV pump, are singing an almost insectoid duet. Can’t see the moon from here, though, just a bright login screen in the corner of the room below the TV (which is mercifully silent)

Still in the hospital. Have given myself a new job title: fartist

The two hardest things about the hospital for me: constantly needing help, and people constantly touching me and my stuff without asking. I guess I am lucky to be able to be grumpy about those things, though

Oddly, I have been here six hours and I am still wearing the clothes I arrived in

In the hospital with appendicitis ☹️

Our neighbor reports that her dog killed a rabid skunk Saturday night (yikes!), which explains why our house was kinda stinky Sunday morning. Today the house smells like curried chicken. The dog is fully vaccinated and has had a rabies booster, so she will be fine.

This is true. We spotted yesterday’s bobkitten in the yard again this morning, with its sibling. I heard from a reliable source that their names are Ren and Stimpy.

Yesterday afternoon Chili and I watched a baby bobcat hunting in what used to be Chili’s territory, along the edge of our meadow. This morning the house smells a little like skunk, and we’re watching bird feeder videos together. I just saw a chipmunk stuff an entire unshelled peanut into its mouth.

Blast from the past! A Filene’s Basement tag, found at the bottom of a box while doing some cleaning in my studio this morning:

This week the handyman we hired in May finally finished replacing our porch floor. Today Dave and I painted it. Very satisfying. Next project: making the porch into a catio.

If you are looking for a mysterious little web comic, please enjoy The Nameless Mage by Noah Mease

Drew this last night/today. I guess I’ve learned how to work around my zombie fingers :)

Hypothetical response to a real and unfortunate email: Fifty pounds of nope to this, friend-o!

Advice of the day: don’t bring fangs to a money fight.

I wish Hinė Mizushima would make a calendar of her work.

And Soul Coughing doing Super Bon Bon on Jimmy Kimmel Live? Oh, my cup runneth over.

Dirty Dancing to the Muppet Show theme is everything I didn’t know I needed this afternoon.

I usually avoid articles in the New York Times, but this one, on a documentary about Prince that we will likely never get to see, is worth the time and does not seem to be behind a paywall.

The World Under the World: half an hour of people talking about what it’s like to live with active drug addiction. Vivid and relatable. Worth a listen (and I say this as someone who hates podcasts).

Also, the Clockwork Orange electrical outlet is still there 😀

In WRJ getting some work done on my car. Walked through downtown and visited the building where my studio used to be. I approve of this toilet makeover