February 19, 2017: Rabies Shots

There's something I never thought I'd have to get. A vole bit me a few nights ago, and though it's incredibly unlikely it was carrying rabies, if it is I'll die, sooooo...a series of injections it is.

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    1. Short answer: hubris.

      Detailed answer: I chased him around the basement for a while, finally caught him with a bucket. Slid the cover underneath and was snapping it into place, unaware that it had bunched up in one spot, and the vole dug deep under my pointer fingernail.

  1. Ha.

    Went out skate-skiing (4th time now in 9 days). It was very icy out. At the end, I was heading to this area where the skate ski route combines with the Classic route, and I saw two Classic skiers tooling along. The next hill was very steep and icy, and I flew down, barely in control, then out of control, then face-plant. Skate-skis don't unclip. For a minute I wondered if I had broke a rib. Worst part was wondering if those two Classic'ers behind me saw the wipe out.

    (There were more Hooded Mergansers at the Pond on the way out - probably 8. They were diving, and seemed to not mind the gulls around them).

    1. Love that the fear of being seen eating it is worse than eating it itself. Good to hear you survived, boyo.

    1. that's nice work. But perhaps not as effective as this in getting potholes repaired properly and in a timely fashion.

  2. On Sunday afternoons, I like to listen to a little Woodsongs on the Lindenwood University radio on the way to wherever the gang chooses to have lunch, and after lunch on the way home I listen to a show called No Time to Tarry on SIU Edwardsville radio. Besides playing lots of early music, I'm particularly intrigued by the host, whose name (Pablo Meshugi) is fascinating enough, but his whispery voice is a dead ringer for Hans Moleman on The Simpsons

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