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It seems that Avocado has broken the clothes washer. Stuffed it fuller than a Strasbourg goose, and rather than pate, wound up with a burning smell and soggy clothes. This will require a trip to the laundromat and a call to the serviceman. She is horribly contrite, which, alas, does not make her clothes any drier.
11/1/10
Did three hours on the Freelance Jobby this morning, took the Em-Dog for a drag, then worked from 3-7...would have kept working then, except that I realized when the scheduler on my cell-phone reminded me, that there was a financial aid workshop at one of Avocado's target private schools...in 15 minutes. Got out of the house respectably dressed and down to the BART in seven minutes. Arrived at the school just a little late, took notes for two hours, and returned home. Here, I finished the chunk of Jobby I had earmarked for today, and am now sitting on a wee corner of my sunroom chair that Emily will allow me, sipping cognac and watching House which the DVR kindly recorded for me.
Maybe I'lll see if I can get the damned dog to share the chair.
Maybe I'lll see if I can get the damned dog to share the chair.