No test results yet. Perhaps early next week. Bleck.

Besides a routine checkup (including getting to listen to the baby's heartbeat), the ob/gyn visit was nothing to write about. I was hooked up with an athsma specialist who was conveniently a block and a half away. He has *the greatest* name of any doctor I have ever visited: Dr. Shiva Krishna. It's even better than my allergist, Dr. Loki Odin.

Anyway, nice doctor. He reviewed my athsma history with me, looked over what the emergency room docs had prescribed me, made some recommendations and I took a test to measure lung volume. Lets just say if it were a graded test I would have failed miserably. I'm going back Thursday to see how the meds are doing in controlling my athsma.

I will say I'm feeling well enough to exercise, even though I'm still somewhat congested. Jon and I used our new weight bench/cage; we didn't have to modify our routines much so we're happy for the most part. We're going to buy some dumbells and that should round out our workouts.

We had an uninvited guest in our fireplace last night. I was lounging on the couch, half out of it w/Big Fat Kitty lying on my legs when I heard screeching and scurrying. Jon came out of the computer room and we tried to figure out where the noise came from. Then we heard some more scuttling sounds.

We have a woodburning stove in our fireplace; Jon carefully opened one door and peeked inside. He hurriedly shut the door and said "there's something in there!"

I found a flashlight and we did some more peeking and finally figured out it was a squirrel. I went and got a pet taxi and Jon tried to coax it into the carrier. No dice, so Jon put on a pair of work gloves and a heavy coat and fished it out of the fireplace. Little bastard went postal and tried to bite Jon but we got him into the taxi.

He carried him outside and dumped him on the front lawn. The squirrel disappeared in a cloud of ash and ran up a neighbor's tree. Your welcome and good riddance, you flea-bitten rabid rat!

Big Fat Kitty, of course, carefully watched the proceedings from the top of a chair at the farthest corner of the living room.