Damn Cayuga Lake

Lake Cayuga is a vortex. It is a special kind of vortex though. It seems to only target my sunglasses. Every time I go to the lake, I somehow find a way to lose my sunglasses. It's as if the lake somehow deteriorates the shreds of short-term memory that I have left. At the beginning of the year I lost them and Kirsten was very sweet enough to go back and look for them*. The second time I lost them at night and we couldn't find them. Despite my housemate David's brilliant idea of taking digicam photos of the ground to try to locate them - they were lost forever. This time I took them off to play a little soccer and they again have vanished.

* This was during our wooing period and she got major points for that one.

Grrr! of the Day: My doctor keeps calling me at home. I keep thinking he has an urgent medical problem to tell me about. It turns out he does - HE's sick and keeps having to reschedule MY appointments. My wavering faith in G.P.s is dropping steadily. I ask to get another doctor but apparently only he can do follow-ups. Turns out they assigned me the only doctor that is only in once a month.