Workyness

[teiresias]

Today, in the yard of the first house we did, there was a dog, notable only in that, when I petted it to calm it down, I actually experienced no urge to wring its beastly neck, which is kind of a first for me. There was also a friggin' enormous rosemary bush, through which I had to fight to reach a deck corner. I now smell like I've been run over by my mother's spice rack... well, that or a really savory chicken somebody decided to season the bejesus out of, I think.

Supposed to snow tonight. If it does, I have no idea what I'm going to do to get to work tomorrow.

In a couple of weeks, almost all of my favorite people, save two or three, will be in Seattle. It's going to be a great season.