Chapter 15, Page 13 Waiting Room

I've never done any kind of fasting well. Doesn't matter if it's medical or spiritual, I go more than two or three hours without eating and my body starts complaining. Which is probably why I have such a ridiculously hard time losing weight. (That, and I'm a little lackadaisical about the whole thing. Now that I'm having trouble fitting into most of my pants I may, possibly, actually put in an effort.)

I'm not sure if Dad realizes how close I was to gnawing on his arm (or the arm of my chair) while waiting for surgery.

Chapter 12, Page 4 The Big Reveal

In Dad's defense it had been a while (over a decade) since he'd worked with low level characters.

On the other hand, Arvin, Deliverer of Cold Medicine, isn't the sort of thing ballads are written about.

Chapter 10, Page 15 Lint!

You think I'm making this up, don't you? And, yes, that's my Dad's blog. One of them, anyway.

Sorry for the absence, to those of you still reading this (about half a dozen if I'm lucky). I'm hoping that graduation will free up my schedule somewhat, but you never know.

Oh. And as an added bonus for staying with me, try to guess what cartoon Mary's been watching.