Rambling -- Finally.

It's been a tough week. With the cyclone in Burma, the earthquake in China and the general evil perpetrated by Muslims around the world, I haven't had much time for blogging. This thing in Burma has become personal, because I work with Burmese journalists every day. They sit at my desk and talk about not knowing what has happened to friends and relatives and not being able to get any communication access into their country. Just seeing the fear and concern on their face is depressing. By the end of my shift, I don't even want to talk to anyone, much less blog. I just go straight to bed and sleep as long as I can. These are really nice, gentle people, forever cut off from home, because if any of them ever go back for a visit, they will be executed. I took Ginger in to Radiocat Monday. I checked in and was about to leave, when the receptionist said, "Don't you want to say goodbye to your kitty?" So I looked into the carrier and said, "Bye bye one-thousand-three-hundred-fifty dollars. I'll miss you." I turned around and there were four women sitting there with their cats and looking at me with blood in their eye. Good thing the cat section was separate from the rest of the clinic, or one of them would have sicced a pit bull on me. I'll pick her up tomorrow. And then I have to avoid contact with her for two weeks because she'll still be radioactive. But, I could use a night light. The rest of my month is free. No doctor appointments. This gastroenterologist is leaving, so I'll have to go back to my long-fingered doctor. That's the problem with military doctors -- they're transients. I made some cowboy stew for dinner last night. It has become a comfort food. I invented it for my picky kids. It's just some ground beef (or bison), onion, pork & beans and bbq sauce. Last night I also put in some hot sauce and Lil' Smokies. Of course, the first time I served "cowboy stew," my two sons tried to duplicate the bean scene in Blazing Saddles and one of them squirted his pants. "Boys, it takes awhile for gas to build up." One of life's many lessons. Hillary royally trounced Obama in West Virginia. Two out of 10 people admitted that their vote was based on race and many said they would NEVER vote for a black man. These are DEMOCRATS. This is your daddy's Democrat Party. And these Democrats are more honest than those in other states, who say they want Obama, but in the privacy of a voting booth (or partition, or whatever) will vote for McCain. Edwards came out in support for Obama today. I'd love to see the sweet deal he got. I'm guessing it isn't the vice presidency, because even Obama is hopefully smart enough to realize ANOTHER empty-suit elitist on the ticket would spell his demise. Dinner time. Leftovers. Cowboy stew. And I am NOT going to recreate the Blazing Saddles scene. The only indication that the stew is working will be Gwen jumping out of my lap and heading for parts unknown. I'm nothing if not discreet.