There is no sound more lovely

than that of a meeting cratering. It's like an explosion in space, there is no actual sound because it usually happens in email, but in my head I hear this soft sci-fi sound effect, a muffled explosion: Splooosh! A cloud of dust goes poof, and I am free! The schedule clears...but a new meeting forms next week. Or the week after. I don't totally hate meetings, they can be fun and informative, but I'm glad this week has gone from two or three a freaking day to maybe 4 meetings this week. I can breathe! Ahhh. But tomorrow's meetings haven't poofed away, and that is going to suck.

I am already tired. Oh, so tired. Last night I got home late and found one of my expensive leather flip-flops on the loveseat with toothmarks. Dudley was Tense while I was gone, and needed comfort. Leather comfort. He didn't ruin them, they're fine, but one has dents along the sole. So today I went to Petco and bought a load of chewies, so if I have to be out at night he can have a special new chewie to work off his anxiety. I may store it in a dirty sock for a day first to ripen it.

I'm going to crawl off to bed now, and work on a Red Scarf scarf. For 20 minutes.