soufflesque

big foam, but big results

tasted pretty good to boot.

whew, that was a close one

i have a small problem with time, specifically it’s rather rapid, and unnoticed, passage resulting in my enduring lateness to anything. i was late to my own birth by two and a half weeks, what chance did i have? clearly i was meant to be late to everything.

this morning it was a dermatology appointment that caught me off guard, but thanks to an old college friend all the way across the country i managed in thirty minutes to get dressed, walk the dog, take my meds, zip downtown in “just reopened bridge after extended labor day weekend closure” traffic, park the car and travel up 14 floors in an elevator containing roughly eight people all stopping on different floors.

i crossed the doctor’s threshold on the dot of 8:30.

nothing short of miraculous as i usually walk to appointments downtown. or get dropped off so i didn’t know where to park or where i was in the parking lot relative to the office building i needed and i forgot what floor his office was on and just guessed as i punched the button. gosh.

this one is for you jen!

dermatology tuesday by the skin of my teeth

last two

i’m all out of coffee until baby’s sends me more

first last coffee

second last coffee - sigh

another buck twenty five

actually, i’m not sure how much a homemade latte costs. i would have to determine the average number of lattes per quart of milk, how many beans for a shot, freight per bean, plus the average cost of the machine and electrical draw for both espresso and grinder. not to mention the cost of the mug collection. it’s less than store bought i guess, but the same amount of time standing around waiting for the rush.

and behind it, the endless to-do list on the hard-to-ignore yellow legal pad. ever growing, ever expanding.

five hours of sleep coffee

i made this cup in haste, the machine had not heated up properly, all of the frothing pitchers are dirty and i steamed the milk in the cup while on the phone.

still pretty good. i wish i had some pastry.

sciatica attacika

i spent my weekend nursing my sciatica, diagnosed over the phone by my father-in-law and stepmom-in-law and i later discovered in wikiworld that it is actually a collection of symptoms, primarily pain, for which there is no good treatment. also, it could be from a chronic muscular contraction, which i’m sure i have*, and that this chronic muscular contraction reduces blood flow to the muscle, called ischemia, and that the muscle is actually dying in a pool of it’s own waste. isn’t it ironic. my right glutæus maximus is drowning in a pile of shit.

there really isn’t much you can do while lying on your back, whimpering in pain and desolation. the whimpering actually doesn’t last very long, generally giving way to outright screams of pain when i moved.

so back at work, obviously, despite continued pain and i’m sure further dying muscles. here’s today’s coffee. it was good.

*it could also be a tumor which, with my encyclopedic diagnostic skills, i have not ruled out. tumors, dying muscles, ischemia, piriformis syndrome and worse is precisely why i do not look up these things that go wrong with me. i will now spend the next 72 hours convinced i am dying. a full body scan would prove nothing. house misses stuff all the time and they do cat scans, mri’s and every catheterization imaginable. i will only be satisfied by exploratory surgery, but then i would risk post operative infection, inclusion of sponges, surgery equipment or other ghastly issues.