Attack of the Real World, Update

 

One of the great things about dogs—hellhounds anyway—is that they can always catch up on their sleep.  They're not bothered.  So when I turned them out at 8:45 this morning—eighty forty five in the freaking morning*—they said, Oh!  Hurtle!  A hurtle!  How lovely!  Oh, hellgoddess, we're so happy!  Yeah.  We're all so ungleblarging happy.  Happy happy happy.  And I've got a little home experiment in antibiotic-resistant micro-organisms going on in my head right now.  I rang the dentist just b...