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Today is Avocado's first day of Seventh Grade. She is of mixed feelings about it--mostly, I think, because summer has ended and it's back to work. Hope she has good teachers this year; last year's teachers (at least in the core subjects) were excellent.

In other news, I had to get up at 5:30 to take Spouse off for that rite of 50s passage, the routine colonoscopy. My experience with this is that the prep was far more unpleasant than the test itself; may it be so for him. I go back at 9 to retrieve him in his drugged-out state. And Sarcasm Girl had a friend overnight and they were giggling at 2:30 this morning. And as I'm cat-sitting for an absent friend whose street is undergoing gas-line replacement, I'm on call with PG&E for when they have to get in to her house to turn the gas on.

I expect that by six this evening I'm going to be pretty fried. Nothing to what Spouse and Sarcasm Girl will be, doubtless, but fried enough.

Nothing Is Ever as Simple As You Hope

Got the Spouse to and from his colonoscopy--which finished an hour earlier than their paperwork had led me to believe. As I was leaving the house I got a call informing me that PG&E wanted access to the house right now please but would settle for an hour. So I picked up the bleary husband and delivered him home, then went over to my friend's house, where I fed her cats, moved her car to a safe parking space, and settled in to wait for the Gas Folk. That was at about 9:30. I was there (except for twenty minutes it took me to go get a sandwich and bring it back) until 4:30, when they switched on the gas and checked to make sure nothing would explode. Then home, to pick up Emily and give her an abbreviated drag (Spouse understandably not up to it; Sarcasm Girl theoretically not up to it either. Dog cannot drag herself, alas). As I arrived, Avocado was standing there saying "You remember we have Giants tickets for tonight, right?"

So I dragged the dog, then A and I got a lift downtown and ate pizza and lasted through six and a half innings before she noted that she was tired, and I probably was too, and maybe we should go home. So we did.

I have arranged to sleep until 8 tomorrow. Woe betide the dog or human who wakes me before. I'm just sayin'.