Pragmatist
Pragmatist

I have just become a fishmother.  Not to be confused with fishwife, please note.

I now have a female Molly to take care of.  Her name is Peach.  So far the cats haven't discovered her presence.  I doubt that Banshee would be much interested, but I'm also sure KK would be extremely interested, and not to Peach's benefit.  Her tank is on the kitchen counter, and the cats are not allowed on the counter.

KK argues with me about the counter, but if I yell loud enough he pays attention.

Oh, how come a fish?  Short story.  Megan has found homes for her other fish, but she reserved Peach for me.  Why?  Because at one time I had a bunch of fish.  Three aquariums full.  And she thought I would enjoy having another fish.  *sigh*

Some sad news, and requests for prayers of those who pray.

My niece, Tricia, has a lump in her breast.  It is malignant.  She's having an MRI tomorrow (Tuesday) which will determine if she has a lumpectomy or a mastectomy.  A mastectomy would put her off work for a longer period of time, but the chemo following the lumpectomy would take time away from work, too.  Without pay.  And she has bills, as we all do.  So if you would have a word with Himself upstairs, we'd appreciate it.  Thanks.

Spring is trying her darndest to put in an appearance, but the rain clouds just don't stay away.  There hasn't been any measurable rain in this particular part of town, but the clouds and the sun are having arguments.  I'm giving some serious thought to Tucson for a spell if the weather doesn't shape up here.

I'm trying to come down with bronchitis again.  Have a message in to my doctor about an antibiotic.  In the meantime I'm spending a lot of time in bed, drinking lots of water, and running to the bathroom.  Think I'll make a hot toddy and go read my mail (snail-type).

Shalom