PMS Stress. Elderly Parents Driving Me Batshit Crazy Stress. The Usual Work Stress. Arrgh. And I'm tired. On a happier note, Girlchild came home last night, I stayed up too late yakking with her, we both got up early this morning and she went to Tampa to go to Busch Gardens with friends. She will let me know if she's sleeping over there or coming back here. Tomorrow I am working half a day and we are shopping the other half. And Saturday. She goes home Sunday. I'll be poor but may have more clothes for work. She'll definitely have clothes - she is worse off than I.

Murphy suffered no ill effects from his Brush with Disaster and he was still outgoing and social and eager to meet every dog on our walk. But you can bet Mom will be looking at what kind of leash every dog is on from here on out, and if it's retractable I'm keeping him at a safe distance, which I now think of as Moron Owner Distance. My dog is 8 lbs. with a full belly and a full coat; he's just too small to risk on chance encounters with people who don't think and the dogs allowed too much freedom for everybody's safety.

A few more inches on the second front of the Lo-Tech Sweat. It's so sweetly mindless. I love mindless. My mind is so tired.