A sticky, gooey kind of Tuesday...

Departure for Moscow is next week, probably Thursday, which will give me a couple of days before climbing on another plane for Baikonur. No official return date is given, but I figure being back home by Christmas is iffy. Blyech! OTOH, there are bills to be paid, so there's little to do other than hunker down and do the job.

In other news, I feel as if I am swimming in a pool of gooey molasses as I slog through this current HVAC translation. It's just... endless. I just got a short-short from another client, which I think will make an enjoyable -- if brief -- change of pace.

(Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I guess I'll slink back to work and try not to drip on the carpet.)

Cheers...

Heard throughout the day, since this morning...

The doctor Friday apparently prescribed Aricept for my mother, which my dad went to the drug store to get this morning, but she is having none of it.

N-O-N-E!

She doesn't need it, she says.

She's allergic to it, she's concluded.

She's not losing her memory, and that's a fact. Her thought processes are crystal clear, don't you know.

And besides, she adds, she's not losing her memory.

And these are the "early stages." Ye gods.

Cheers...