Sunday, March 24, 2013

Wherein The Ocelot Is Sick And Ponders Various Things.

After four days of denial, I am ready to admit it - I'm sick. I feel like crap and so did the Intelligent Thing and canceled my lesson and went back to bed. The Husband is bringing me various foods and liquids and some homeopathic remedy that tastes like sweetened ass. I am grumpy about my plans for gardening getting nuked by my stupid sinuses.

When presented with the amazing resource of a whole bunch of Elder Knowledge And Experience right there in front of me, why on earth can I never think of anything good to ask?

I must remember never to take Beltway 8 again. It is my own personal Hotel California. "Look, kids - Big Ben!"

I still want to know what Club Tranz was, especially given the Really Short Dude with the two Really Tall Possible Ladies Of The Evening not far from it, relatively speaking. Mr. Goldstar, we are SO going in for a drink next time.


  1. Hope you feel better soon and sorry I got you lost, doh! I forgot to get your email address to add you to my Gardnerian Wica Questions list, you can send me an email at and I will send you an invite. Great to have finally met you.


  2. You did not get me lost - Beltway 8 got me lost! It's sad but true that any time I take it, I wind up somewhere other than where I intended.

    And it was wonderful to meet you, too! :)