There will be a post late

Probably while I’m at the lab, waiting to get blood drawn, or maybe at Dan’s doctor, while waiting for him to be done (yes, it’s that kind of day, and since we haven’t changed doctors yet, it’s in another city.)

Meanwhile, I made an announcement at MGC, which you might be interested in.

And Be A Dog.

19 responses to “There will be a post late

  1. Get well soon. Geeze, Sarah – most people wait until after Thanksgiving dinner to get stomach flu.

  2. After you get your blood drawn, be sure to post a picture. I’m sure it will be fun to have a chance to see what the artist thinks your platelets, red blood cells, white blood cells, and so forth look like!

    • “I’m going to draw some blood.”
      “I suggest using a red pencil. But I suppose you hear that a lot.”
      “No. That was the first time, actually.”

      I’m not sure if I should be proud myself (well, a tiny bit) or disappointed in the “general public.”

      • I had some blood work done a few months ago. Before the phlebotomist stuck the needle in I started shouting “OW! OW! OWOWOW!”

        She jumped back and asked what was wrong. I told her I was just practicing.

        You think they wouldn’t fall for that one after a while…

        • In army lab tech school, they spent more time teaching us how to make bunnies from the band-aid than how to draw blood. Then they turned us loose on each other to practice.

    • I am so glad it is draw blood. At first I thought perhaps Sarah meant ‘draw in blood’, you know, make a little picture of someone you don’t like and then chant while burning it. I know a lot of Anti-Trumpers are going around drawing swastikas in blood (or at least red paint).

  3. Mad Genius is not loving me today, and doesn’t appear to want to post my comment.

    There are ways of working around that.

    Like so:

    To the tune of Dead Flowers, by The Rolling Stones


    Well when you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
    Talkin’ to some rich folk that you know
    Well I hope you won’t see me in my ragged company
    Well, you know I could never be alone

    Take me down little Susie, take me down
    I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
    And you can read me sad puppies every morning
    Read me sad puppies through the mail
    Read me sad puppies for my wedding
    And I won’t forget to put Hugos on your grave

    Well when you’re sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
    Making bets on best novel of the year
    Ah, I’ll be in my basement room with Correia and some Baen
    And another book to make my pain disappear

    Take me down little Susie, take me down
    I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
    And you can read me sad puppies every morning
    Read me sad puppies through the mail
    Read me sad puppies for my wedding
    And I won’t forget to put Hugos on your grave

    Take me down little Susie, take me down
    I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
    And you can read me sad puppies every morning
    Read me sad puppies through the mail
    Read me sad puppies for my wedding
    And I won’t forget to put Hugos on your grave
    No, I won’t forget to put Hugos on your grave

  4. Currently down with a mild flu, so I feeeeel your pain. Excellent post at MGC.

  5. Ah, um, that is, I had a witty pithy comment, but 1) I don’t know hwat went into the marinade for the terror-bird drumsticks but itsh shome gooooood stuff, 2) will whoever finished off the milk, cream, and half-and-half please leave a note next time so we can replace them? Jeff finally got the super espresso et al machine tweaked back to where it was before the Time Change, and now we’re low on milk for the fancy coffee. This makes for an Unhappy Kitty. =^^=!

  6. I am crossing my fingers – long periods of time when I’m wondering “What happened to Sarah now?” are upsetting. They seem to correlate with a decision to manage Sad Puppies… Please let the hex be broken this year.