Money has flown through my checkbook like a drunken spinster in a needlework shop. Between the visit to the emergency vet, Stewey's annual physical, and now an air conditioner repair....methinks my pen has scorch marks on it.
I settled in for some stitching last night and felt a bit flushed. This is normal for me, especially when Kevin Costner is on the Tee Vee, but by 11pm, it was a balmy 78 degrees in here. When you consider the fact that I normally keep the place like a meat locker, this was definitely a problem. I was smart enough to turn the thing off so as to preserve the motor, and headed to the big girl sleigh bed to fret.
One capacitor later and we're back in business, and God willing that will be the end of our little surprises for a while.
I did get the full report on our patient. Turns out he's perfectly perfect in every way, and a coat or two of clear nail varnish every now and then will do the trick. I would prefer to go the Sally Hansen route, but I heard somebody on the phone this morning asking about package deals at Canyon Ranch. Damn dog.
(I am, however, completely relieved to know that he is in good health and will be around to torture me a good while longer.)
I'm headed to the Happy Chair for a stitching session. If all goes well, I hope to finish my LJP piece and move on to the next!