When something you knew you had to do and emotionally dreaded turns out
to be easier than you expected, do you think you just haven't felt the
impact of it yet, or is it possible you made a right choice and that's
why it was easy?
On Sunday at the cottage a fawn was attacked by
an unleashed dog just outside the outhouse. It goes without saying that I
was inside the outhouse: the woodland creatures seriously have it in
for me and they're always up to something every time, like once a mouse
just came and watched me. Ew. In this case I think the deer had rather a
worse experience than I did, since I was just listening to
preternatural screams whereas she was making them. The neighbor went
running and got the dog away and the fawn is probably okay. Where was
the doe? I wonder.
If you were going to watch Must See TV after
everybody had must seen it: Buffy or Mad Men?
Yesterday was St. Cyril
and Metodej, and today is Jan Hus Day. I will now make my standard
joke about Jan Hus being a guy with a lot at stake. Squire and Friar are
still at the cottage, where I would like to be, but I came home to work
on more silliness for the underpants gnomes, who seem to still think
I might fall for the "shrinking the font" trick. I like how Czechs have
nice little holidays built in for my hangovers (July 5th right after Independence Day, and even the day after my
birthday is a national holiday, yo) and deeply resent not being able to
use this one, but not as much as I deeply resent having A Budget again. I
am glad for the work, just not the timing.
How often do your relationships need to be
defined in order for you to feel comfortable in them? Never is a
possible answer.
Squire got braces.
Only on his molars, though, so it mainly hurts but does not look
different and I can't call him metal mouth or jaws or anything fun.
In
other medical news, I have a weird bump on my wrist. I went to my brand
new GP with this, and he told me that it would either go away or it
wouldn't, but I could maybe have surgery. He also asked me, and I swear I
am not making this up, whether I had low blood pressure. So I am
looking for a new doctor.
Oh yeah! And I got called a "man
hater" by a total stranger on the internets! I feel like now I finally
earned my place in the Humorless Feminists club, and I want to know if I
get a toaster for this or what.