Day 871

I went back to my old breakfast restaurant today. What made me defect? It was the coffee. Coffee is a big part of my breakfast routine. I need lots of it and I like a place with a friendly waitress who stops by every few minutes and says "Can I top that up for you?" The cool restaurant down the street didn't have endless coffee service like a normal breakfast place. When you finished your cup, you had to walk over to the barista and pay him a dollar every time you wanted a refill. This was a fatal flaw to me. It was irritating and unnecessary. So, I'm back at the old place again, eating omelets that are a bit too fattening and listening to elevator music versions of old Eagles tunes. The place may not be on the cutting edge, but it's pleasant. The important thing is that if I happen to want to drink eight cups of coffee with my breakfast, it's fine with them. They'll keep pouring until I drop.

This has been a very busy week. The cumulative effect of all this work is that I am very tired. I may fall asleep before I finish tonight's post. I wish I could figure out a way to work at a more relaxed pace, but it's all about service these days. When most of my clients call with a request, it's really a thinly veiled demand. I have a feeling that if I worked at my own pace, I wouldn't have any clients at all.

At least the dogs have sensible ideas about working. While my butt went numb sitting through conference calls and my hands cramped up pushing the mouse around at lightening speeds, Dot and Dash just slept. That's what they usually do. It's probably a good idea that they don't have a strong work ethic, because their idea of working is digging holes in the back yard.

Janet wanted to give the dogs a bath tonight, since we were taking them to a big Dalmatian Rescue fundraiser tomorrow. We took them over to the neighborhood dog washing establishment around 6 PM, only to discover that the place was already closed. The sign on the door said they were open to 8 PM on Friday's, but when we knocked on the door the manager came out and told us that they had started their new Summer hours.  Hmm. It would have been nice if they had told someone. We drove to another dog washing place several miles away that was open to 7 PM. When we got there, this place was closed too, even though it wasn't 7 PM yet. I knocked on the door again and this time the manager told me that even though the sign on the door said "open till 7 PM" they really closed at 6:30 every day. I can only conclude that the dog washing industry is pretty casual about their business practices. The dogs lucked out though. They both get to go to tomorrow's event dirty.

Crosby is today's Dalmatian of the Day

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