I really need to prepare for Wally Wednesday better by taking more photos of my dog instead of sifting through old ones, but I just haven't had the time. I can tell it's allergy season again because Wally has been itching like crazy and is beginning to get a hot spot on his ass. If he doesn't stop chewing it, I'll have to put the cone on him, and he'll look like this:


I stopped at the grocery store on my way home last night to pick up a couple of things, and they put my stuff in one of those big paper bags with handles. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten a paper bag at the grocery store, so I figured they must be out of plastic. When I was walking out, I noticed more stacks of paper bags at the end of all the aisles, and not a single plastic bag in sight. Did I miss a shift in trends where we're now getting paper again instead of plastic? I remember when the whole plastic bag phenomenon came along. I thought it was irritating because the amount of groceries I used to be able to put in a single paper bag now needed 5 plastic bags, and they're hard to carry if you have to walk any distance from your car to your home. While I still feel they're not necessarily the most efficient of the bags, I happily collect them so I can clean up after Wally. If we're moving back to paper bags, I'm going to have to start buying doggie bags again.

I had to go to the doctor's yesterday to get an infusion of medication that he wants me to be on. I had to sit in his office for four hours, hooked up to an IV, bored out of my head. I finished reading "Prozac Nation" and then had nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. The medication is for my Crohn's Disease, which has been flaring up horribly for several months. If you recall, it's one of the things that may hinder me traveling this summer. I felt great this morning, probably due to the fact that I got a big shot of Prednisone before the infusion. Let's see how I feel in another week.

The song of the day is "Pass The Dutchie" by Musical Youth off their 1982 album Youth Of Today. I always thought this young reggae-pop band was from Jamaica, but they were apparently from Birmingham, England. This song was quickly propelled to #1 on the UK charts and sold 4 million records. It also garnered a Grammy nomination for the band. According to Wikipedia, they were the first black artists to be played on MTV. I wonder if this was within the first hour of broadcast, as I remember being inundated by Michael Jackson music videos in those early years.