World Peace with Elephants

When the Spouse texted me to say that Avocado had been successfully decanted on to the camp bus I was sound asleep (time difference...his 9am, my 6am). And I was in the middle of a delightfully odd dream in which, just at that moment, a bunch of aliens had established peace on Earth, and were explaining to me and a few of my companions--this was the tail end of a long, adventure-filled dream with several companions-at-arms--just what they had done. The aliens looked like squared-off bi-pedal elephants with large heads, wearing patchwork suits made of what looked like sharkskin. They sounded rather like Doctor Who (the new Doctor--same timbre, with a vaguely apologetic manner and a quirky sense of humor). They were very appealing, as aliens go. And: world peace? What's not to like?

And then the phone buzzed. Dammit. I feel like the doorbell rang and it was some dude from Porlock.

To Say Nothing of the Heroic Dog

Emily had her annual checkup today, which she passed with flying colors. She also had a blood draw and two shots. She is happy to be home. I gave her treats.

Now I go get some work done, preparatory (of course) to taking the Heroic Dog out to the park. Because, as she reminded me several times at the Vet's, it's all about the Dog.

Ass-Backward Accounting

I meant to make my list this morning, but I had too much else to do. But to retain honesty in accounting:

* take Emily to the vet for her annual tire-kicking and vaccinations
* finished the vacuuming*
* about 2300 words of revisions on Chapter 15
* dragging the much punctured dog
* did an hour on the WiiFit
* put in an hour and a half on Freelance Job #1 (indexing and proofreading a technical manual)
* proofed the first 50 pages of the 780 page proofreading job that just came in

It's too late for a drink, but I'm horizontal, with Emily snoring lightly on her bed beside me, and I have the slightly bleary sensation of having been a Good Girl.


* I will never be the sort of vacuumer that my husband is. He combines a fierce attention to detail with a certain malicious pleasure in freaking the dog that works housekeeping wonders.