Damn, it's Bright Out

Went and had my eyes dilated at the optometrist this morning (when you have glaucoma on your mother's side and macular degeneration on your father's side, annual vision checks are not a thing you economize on). As a result (and because the favorite dog park does not open until 2pm on Friday) I am waiting until my pupils return to something approaching their normal size.

Emily thinks this is patently unfair. She is whining fiercely and trying to speed-dial the ASPCA. Dog, even if I took you to the park (where you lost your damned ball yesterday, might I add) the gates would be locked and there would be no fun. In fifteen minutes I will take you. Until then, go whine at someone else.

Oh, wait. There is no one else here. Well, stop whining anyway,

Harleian Miscellany

• Overheard at Starbucks today: "I can't afford to be bi-polar."

• Also overheard: a fascinating conversation between a supervisor and one of her office workers. What I gathered was that Office Worker A had had an affair with another Office Worker B and, after said affair ended, Office Worker B had taken to sniping at OW-A until he stopped talking to her, to the detriment of office morale and productivity. I was impressed by the supervisor's firmness and sympathy (and her clear intention to keep this guy on the payroll because he was a good worker, if he and OW-B could just work it all out) and good humor.

• I got 1000 words written, plus 1000 words or so of prior writing transcribed. Also got my eyes examined and took Her Nibs The Royal Emily to the park. Also got a massage.

• I note that when I get a massage my nose gets stuffy. Immediately afterward everything unclogs. I'm sure there's a reason for this, but I don't know what it is.

• No matter that I'm 3000 miles away: my darling family members must send me texts and call me to complain or explain about life and each other. Even when I suggest that they might want to talk to each other... Nah.