May 1st, 2008

20111112, Marilee

Two More Doses!

Thank Ghu. I had to catch Shiva twice last night to give him the whole dose and came away with a claw hole and bruise at the base of my throat. This morning was not so exciting, but we'll both be glad when we're done with the amoxicillin. I called the clinic today and left a message for the vet -- telling her that he's gained all the weight back and is eating and elminating like crazy, and that his mouth looks fine to me. We'll see if she wants another week of meds.

I headed up to Kaiser Fair Oaks to get the screw back in my reading glasses -- I was there less than three minutes and round trip took more than 10 times that. I stopped at that Red Robin on the way back, though, and they no longer have pot roast burgers. :::sob::: The bacon guacamole burger was pretty good and I hear their other stuff is good, too. And it turns out the manager up there is right -- we are getting a RR near Davis Ford Crossing plus the one I stopped by. There's only about six miles between them, so I guess they think Manassas is a good demographic for them.

I stopped by the library to pick up Little Brother to start tonight. Shiva let me touch his head when I came back, but scooted back in the chair so I couldn't touch more of him.
20111112, Marilee

Asimov's June 2008

Sheila's editorial talks more about what she likes in stories and Agberg talked about how we're using up metals. I found a number of the stories satisfying, but only one really interesting:

Call Back Yesterday by Nancy Kress -- juveniles in a mental health facility without windows suspect things are not as they look.

I would have liked Ian R. MacLeod's The Hob Carpet except, dear reader, for the florid and protracted descriptions in a prolonged narrative missive which invoked a manifest termination. (Okay, I frequently know the ends of stories near the beginning, but I think a six-year-old would get this. It would have been better as a pointed short story.)

A new author, Derek Kunsken, made a good beginning with Beneath Sunlit Shallows. I'll be looking for his next.