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All the News That Fits
Nov. 11th, 2005 06:03 pmThe good news is that Leo came home on Wednesday, and is doing well. He's certainly in a lot less pain than in any of the previous operations. Although the hospital had him on morphine overnight, we've been able to give him Tylenol and Motrin only, and he's been mostly comfortable. He also seems glad to have the expanders out of his back, and I certainly don't blame him.
The better news is that after a few days in ninth place in voting for the Eight Hunks of Hanukkah, I am back in eighth place. Since only the top eight contestants qualify, eighth place is a big improvement over ninth place.
The bad news is that Lauren and I both qualify as disaster areas. We have both been badly stressed for a while. We're both exhausted, especially Lauren, who hasn't had a good night's sleep in, oh, about fifteen months.
The worse news is that I'm only two votes ahead of the guy in ninth place, and that cat is still twelve votes ahead of me. Folks, cats are warm, fuzzy, and darned cute. But they aren't hunks.
The better news is that after a few days in ninth place in voting for the Eight Hunks of Hanukkah, I am back in eighth place. Since only the top eight contestants qualify, eighth place is a big improvement over ninth place.
The bad news is that Lauren and I both qualify as disaster areas. We have both been badly stressed for a while. We're both exhausted, especially Lauren, who hasn't had a good night's sleep in, oh, about fifteen months.
The worse news is that I'm only two votes ahead of the guy in ninth place, and that cat is still twelve votes ahead of me. Folks, cats are warm, fuzzy, and darned cute. But they aren't hunks.
