I’ll Do My Best, I’ll Run Another Test
There’s this filk song I hum when things get sticky.
Oh I could have worked on a research ship
I could have been stationed on the sea
Or dug a cozy niche
In diseases of the rich
But that wasn’t good enough for me, oh no,
I was tired of the land
And diseases that were bland
And some troubles that I didn’t care to face
Now I wake each morning to the intercom’s warning
And I wonder why I ever went to space!
It’s Dr. McCoy’s song, and it’s a real kicker. Only I can’t find it on CD anywhere. So…if you know, dear flisters, please enlighten me. I’ve googled until I’m raw.
Speaking of raw, the Sullen One is doing much better. He’s taking down smoothies and pudding like it’s going out of style. The pain meds aren’t coming fast enough, though. They never do.
In any case, between caring for him and getting the house run otherwise, I’m busy as an egg juggler in Spring. Sorry about that. I’ll be my regular self again soon, I promise.
Just as soon as I can figure out who that self is.
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