Interim report

We're back from the hospital, prescriptions and a folder full of post-operative instructions in hand. kinzel is resting, as well he ought, and I'm trying to get anything useful done. Tried to call the doctor's office to ask a question re meds and to schedule the two-week, results-of-the-lab-test appointment, and got a scolding voice-mail instead of a live human being. I so do not need that today.

For those who resist everything, glory

Disclaimers: I am a recovering Roman Catholic. I grew up in the Archdiocese of Baltimore. I remember the Rochambeau Apartments, which somehow got to be an historic building while I wasn't looking. I remember, quite clearly, why I left the Church, and I feel, thirty years and more after the act, that my reasons are still good.

But, um -- wow.

This guy is so excommunicated.

Thanks to kinzel for bringing this to my attention.