“It sort of represents something that’s both horrible and beautiful.” — Donald Trump talking about Alcatraz
Something that’s both horrible and beautiful? Yeah, I can see that.

“It sort of represents something that’s both horrible and beautiful.” — Donald Trump talking about Alcatraz
Something that’s both horrible and beautiful? Yeah, I can see that.
This post is set to appear at the scheduled start of my cardiac ablation. If there are no delays or complications, I should be discharged later today.
Please be seated in the waiting room.
Here’s some waiting room music.
Follow-up: Thank you for waiting. I am home, “resting comfortably,” and, significantly, free of afib. At least for now.
Friday will be cardiac ablation day for me at Mass General. I’m wondering if I’m a candidate for a new procedure from Boston Scientific, approved by the FDA just last April.
The director of the afib program at Harvard Medical School conducted clinical trials. He will be leading the team performing my procedure.
https://advances.massgeneral.org/cardiovascular/journal.aspx?id=2611
Two household water emergencies in the same week. A new record!
On Sunday it was the shower shutoff valve. Now it’s the pressure release valve on the furnace, doing what it’s supposed to do.
That plastic pan had just started to overflow when I caught it. A technician from the oil company should be here sometime this evening. The pan dates back to when I did my own oil and filter changes, starting with my first car, a 1965 Chevelle.
When the bathroom in the primary (formerly master) bedroom was remodeled 20 years ago, I had the contractor put in a closet access panel behind the shower valve. I knew that someday the panel would be needed. Today is that day.
The plumber should be here in a couple of hours. He said it looks like an O-ring failure.
Exciting Update: It’s fixed. As I suspected, the plumber who worked on it about nine months ago screwed up. I also suspect he may have done a lousy job deliberately because he was pissed off that I ended up not needing him for the dishwasher installation. The new guy I’ll be using from now on showed me exactly what was done wrong.
A reminder of the effect that chemotherapy had on my facial hair, turning it thin, wispy and gray.
After being clean-shaven for a couple of months, I was curious to see if the change was permanent, and it wasn’t.