To narrow it down, keep each side of your nose to the grindstone.
7 months, 3 weeks ago
Ever get the feeling that noses never leave a grindstone unturned?
1 year, 6 months ago
The Bloggery of Timothy B Shaw
At just over forty thousand words longer than my first novel, the second is not yet near completion. Or is not, as near as I am able to tell at the moment. 140 more words
2 years, 8 months ago
Sorry to be so lame, but the Echocardiography Board Exam is just over a month away, and I am relegating myself into seclusion to cram cram cram. 68 more words
4 years, 12 months ago
Last night was my last call in-house as a fellow. Ever.
God was merciful and there were no heart attacks, no dangerously slow heartbeats, no arresting hearts. 57 more words
5 years, 1 month ago
I get all jumbled up with what I call Americanisms. I blame it on my immigrant background. So, how was I to know that “Best laid plans” is actually a paraphrasing of a line from Robert Burns’ poem “To a Mouse”? 245 more words
5 years, 2 months ago