I don't know about you I don't know about you

Just to get this off my chest: it's been a completely shitty day. We had an appointment to take Greyson to the groomer's at 11:30 - for a bath and a nail trim, so, nothing complicated and nothing new. We were told it'd only take a couple of hours.

But to sum up, what should've been a lunch break became a 5-hour all-afternoon bullshit-a-thon that ate up the bulk of my workday and left our dog crying frantically - unwilling to leave the kennel until he saw us - never mind still damp and kind of hysterical from spending four full hours without food or a potty break.

At least they comped the visit. If they hadn't, I'd already be on the phone with corporate.
And that's the short version.

Anyway. An old friend of mine has made a recommendation for a place that's closer (and very well reviewed online), so we'll look into that fine establishment next time he needs a little spa day.*

I'll shut up about it now. And I will try to quit seething.

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Here's recent progress on my 19th century D.C. spy caper about a powerful Difference Engine that will end the Civil War - now with warhawk conspiracies, clockwork assassins, two presidents with more in common than they know, two spies with less in common than they think, a conflicted U.S. Marshal, and Bonus! not-at-all mad scientist who can save the world if someone will just give him a chance:
Project: Fiddlehead
Deadline: October 1, 2012
New words written: 3927 ([:: sigh ::])
Present total word count: 90,010 words





Things accomplished in real life: See above. Also went to the post office to mail off my taxes.

Other: Here's a picture of Greyson. He's at the foot of our queen-sized bed, if you're wondering - and yes, he's becoming quite the handsome, largeish fellow.

Return of Other: The kitty is doing well. She's squished between me and the back of the couch as I type this, snoring happily. Behold.

Rallying Cry: DEATHMARCH AHOY


* We don't really have the facilities to bathe him at home, though we can and will if we have to; really it's more about getting his feet managed. He has massive, fluffy paws, plus extra dews with claws that will curl and grow into his skin if they aren't regularly cut back. So he needs the fur between his toes trimmed for hygiene's sake, and his claws clipped for his comfort and safety - but there's just no explaining it to him, and he'll be damned if he'll let us do it. So we prefer to leave it to the pros.