You Might Want to Make Other Travel Arrangements

Go here to read the infuriating, heartbreaking saga of evilpuppy's air travel on United. She uses a wheelchair, was treated with a mixture of disdain and astonishing callousness by virtually everyone she encountered, was told by the Customer Service rep she spoke to that she would not apologize for any of it, and quite reasonably, will never use United again. Nor will I.

Helluvan Afternoon

Because (this is, like, such a first world problem) we got rid of our crappy mutual funds this year, we have had to go spelunking for the reinvestment summaries for the past eighteen years. And when I say we, I mean, mostly me, today, because the Spouse is out of town. So I have diligently scanned, PDF'd, and sent off something like 40 pages of the accumulated (mostly rather pathetic) accounts of our last 18 years.

Meanwhile, I had a couple of bits and pieces of household stuff to do, in between all this.

And then the dog got sick. Like, gulping down huge amounts of water and puking. Also diarrhea. Also walking around looking anxious and put upon. She was fine at the park, leaping like a crazy dog. Now every time she hiccups I lunge for the paper towels.

Despite all this, I got a good deal of writing done this morning, but accomplished none of the things I was hoping to get done otherwise. Ah, well. Poor puppy. Thank God for bleach wipes.