All in all, today was not my favorite day. It could have been much worse, I’ll admit — my car might’ve slid on the ice and smashed into something or someone, or Nigel could’ve had a medical problem — but it was still fairly sucky. The various bad things of today included, but were not limited to, the following:
For the third day in a row, both dogs had accidents overnight, of both sorts. This, despite their having been outside many, many times the evening before. I feel as if I spend my life mopping floors and laundering pee pads, towels, and throw rugs.
Immediately upon returning from our morning airing, Moliere decided that would be a good time to crap on the floor.
While scraping the snow and ice off my windshield, I broke my passcard for work. Yes, I should’ve used an ice scraper, but I lost mine when I moved from Illinois, and haven’t felt like buying and keeping track of another one when I only need it once a year, if that.
Sid the Beetle’s battery light came on while I was driving to work, necessitating an unplanned trip to the dealer’s, time lost from work when I really can’t spare any time, and over $1200 in repairs. (It was the alternator that had conked out.)
Nigel’s kidney situation continues to deteriorate (though at least while I was gone he actually managed to hit the pee pads — and also the kitchen tiles, but at least they’re nonabsorbent). He wants to go outside every half hour to 45 minutes. From the number of times we go up and down the stairs each day, I should have amazing, phenomenal, slender, Swedish-like thighs, but unfortunately that’s another thing that doesn’t seem to be working the way it should.
Indie bookseller Wordsmiths Books closed today. It’s always sad when a local shop closes down; you lose a little more of what makes neighborhoods unique, and takes you one step closer to suburban/urban megamalls with identical architecture and absolutely the same bloody stores everywhere.
Though they’re not closing (thankfully!), Cosmo’s is moving to Marietta at the end of the month, which is terra incognita as far as I’m concerned. Guess I’ll just have to order from the web site rather than dropping by occasionally, and that makes me rather sad.
There is now a big white box on Errol the Mac’s screen, obscuring everything underneath it, and it refuses to go away despite everything I do. Probably just a performance lag — Errol’s getting old and slow — but it’s bloody irritating, and makes it hard to type without errors.
On the positive side, no one has died; Nigel’s in good spirits and Moliere remains sweet but, well, slow; no damage has been done except to my credit cards; and at least the woman at the car dealership said she liked the sock I’m working on:
It’s a crappy shot, but it’ll have to do for now. I’m off to watch old “Mary Tyler Moore” episodes on Hulu to cheer myself up.
I’m sorry to hear you had such a crappy (literally, really) day. Hopefully today is better. I do like the sock. Of course, green is my favorite color, but the pattern looks pretty darn cool.
March 3rd, 2009 | #
Thanks — and sorry for the whining. I just had to get it out of my system. :)
The socks are from Socks a la Carte; I can bring it on Friday, if you’d like to see. (The flip pages amuse me no end.)
March 3rd, 2009 | #
So sorry that we played a part in your bad day. We won’t be too far away, you know. Right off the highway!
March 5th, 2009 | #
I know — and my boss (who’s familiar with Marietta) says it isn’t a bad drive. It just sounds so incredibly far away, and on Monday, even a minor inconvenience felt like a disaster. Thus the whining.
I’m just glad it’s only a move, and not a closing. :-)
March 5th, 2009 | #