State of the Bey

Many thanks to those who offered to give buxom_bey a lift to her doctor. The appointment ended up being this morning, on very short notice, and Bey had practically no voice, so I ended up taking the morning off so I could describe her symptoms for her.

She actually got to see her doc today (plus a med student), instead of the unhelpful nurse she saw on Thursday. Their current guess is that she has galumphing pneumonia, and they've given her the Good Stuff: Robitussin cut with codeine. (Plus a couple other things.)

The timing of this illness could be better. We close on the new house in a week, and the movers are coming in two weeks. We still have things under control, but I suspect this is the sort of trial that makes husbands into legends . . .

By Any Other Name

The joys of working for patent-oriented law firm:

"An apparatus for use as a toy by an animal, for example a dog, to either fetch carry or chew; includes a main section with at least one protrusion extending therefrom; that resembles a branch in appearance."

(No, that's not one of our clients, thankgawd.)