Saturdays aren't supposed to be shitty!
Today started out alright...a few minor hiccups here and there in the early morning. Got the loaner-pooch out for a walk and a visit to the dog park; hit the farmers market for cherries; picked up the canning gear with no problem (watch out world: I now own a cherry pitter). I had intended to make cherry jam today but that didn't happen. No. Instead, I get returned to the air-conditioned bliss of loaner-pooch's house and check email. All fine and good until I feel as if an invisible ice-pick is protruding from above my left eyebrow. Took some drugs, took a nap (unusual for me) and all was peachy keen for a while. On my way the the KenCen for my last show of the season, I had to stop by my house for my shoes. Then the really shitty bit happens...I rear-ended somebody...who cut me off from the right lane with not much room to break. Ack! Exchanged details, people oogle us from the other lane, Cop came, we both gave our stories, Cop says too close to call and they don't write up incident reports on stuff they don't see, but he's happy to talk to our insurance reps. Looks like it's my fault but Cop says it's iffy, depending on distance. Grr... Go to KenCen, a little shaken, to be sure. Commence Conductor's last official night as conductor here...lots of people, not the usual crowd. No one knows where they are going, how the seating works, why the bathrooms on one side of the House are under renovation, why we have seating holds (the Orchestra/production company dicate the times, fuckers! Come on time and don't bitch at the ushers when you've missed late seating!!), why the elevator is down, why they can't bring their can of Coke into the theater, why they can't take pictures and on and on and on. Wierd night, wierd people.
So now I'm back at loaner-pooch's house with a headache. I just walked said pooch and cracked open beer. I might need another. If I knew which bottles I could break into, I'd hit the wine rack, but I don't know which are off-limits. Damn.
OH...'fore I forget, after 3 years The Man at work has finally cottoned to the fact that I read LJ and now I can't access it at work. Eek! So now my presence will be even spottier until I acquire my own internet or find another signal to mooch. I'll do my best...I like keeping tabs on my friends this way.
Loaner-Pooch just came over to say "rub my belly." Tempting. Fuzzy-relief...gotta love it.
Tomorrow can only be better, right?
So now I'm back at loaner-pooch's house with a headache. I just walked said pooch and cracked open beer. I might need another. If I knew which bottles I could break into, I'd hit the wine rack, but I don't know which are off-limits. Damn.
OH...'fore I forget, after 3 years The Man at work has finally cottoned to the fact that I read LJ and now I can't access it at work. Eek! So now my presence will be even spottier until I acquire my own internet or find another signal to mooch. I'll do my best...I like keeping tabs on my friends this way.
Loaner-Pooch just came over to say "rub my belly." Tempting. Fuzzy-relief...gotta love it.
Tomorrow can only be better, right?