Not a terrible day. Got approval today to buy a new desk chair for my home office, and expense the sucker. Yes! This is the working life I always dreamed of. (Used) Aeron store, here I come.
Seriously, I have the worst office chair in the world, and I can usually last half a day before I have to move to the chaise in my bedroom (Ikea, not appreciably better) or our shameful recliner, or — even better — a stand-up rig at the kitchen table I do from time to time. Of course, I should be shoe-leathering it on the streets, but you have to write the damn stories sometime.
That was good thing No. 1. I also had time at the end of the day to take Wendy to our dog park, the Nancy’s Office Chair of Pointe dog parks. It seems every household here has a dog, but when it comes to welcoming them to the places you expect to take a dog — city parks — they all have NO DOGS ALLOWED signs posted. In order to take Wendy to our remotely located designated dog park, I had to first get her licensed, then present proof of at least $100,000 household liability insurance and pay $20 for a separate, bar-coded pass to the main park. It is four miles away. So to let her run, I first have to drive her there.
Needless to say, it’s not a very popular place:
She sorely needed some romping today, though. She got it, playing the Crabapple Game for the better part of an hour. By herself. Even the lame Labrador, the only other dog who’s ever been there when we were there, didn’t show today.
It’s a dog’s life.
So, any bloggage? A little:
The case for punishing parents — via charges or lawsuits — who refuse to vaccinate their children.
Why do peahens dig peacocks? Now we have an idea.
Watch the video, and tell me if “Jesus Christ” is an appropriate reaction.
And I’m thinking I’m going to catch up on “The Newsroom,” so over and out.