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Jul. 27th, 2015 03:29 pmTiming being what it is, I had my own dentist appointment today. No cavities, but no dentist, either, so I got my teeth cleaned but I have to go back next Monday to have my night guard adjusted. (Horrors, I have to leave my desk and walk down one flight of stairs and around the corner.) Lily has an appointment this Friday morning to get her stitches out, at which point I fervently hope she'll feel like eating dry food again. She tries occasionally, but I'm not sure it works all that well yet, with the stitches in the way.
It rained last night. Even if the ground hadn't been wet when I left this morning, I would have known, because something dripping woke me up. It was something at Mario's house, thank goodness (and it sounded like one of his second-floor air conditioners dripping on one of his first-floor air conditioners), but it was both erratic and loud, so I couldn't go straight back to sleep. And my getting up and going back to bed and tossing and turning was something Lily thought she should investigate, so she came and made sure I was still breathing in both directions and providing adequate cat space on the bed. Which is considerably less cute at 2:45 in the morning after you've gone to sleep at midnight.
So it was a high-octane coffee morning. It would have been anyway, because the cafeteria doesn't do iced decaf and today was definitely an iced coffee day.
The laundromat at Washington St & Comm Ave has been gutted and is being put back together again. It has a sign over the door that says "Under New Management! Under 24 Hour Survivance". I wonder if the sign people shrugged and said "The customer is always right", or if neither the sign people nor the new laundromat management are very good at English. I went looking for an email address for the laundromat, because I wanted to point out (without actually saying that it casts aspersions on their perceived competence) that they meant "surveillance", unless they're installing a TV that doesn't show anything but Survivor reruns. I wouldn't have put that past the previous management, who couldn't keep more than half of the machines working at any given time anyway.
The Boston Olympic bid is dead. Thank goodness. I like the fact that the Olympics is a chance to see sports you don't usually see on TV, but Boston can't afford the palm-greasing and definitely can't afford the Mongolian clusterfuck the city would have turned into for the people who already live and work in it. Marathon day is bad enough. Hell, any home Red Sox game day is bad enough. But never mind, because the Olympics are going elsewhere and that's the best news I've heard all day.
It rained last night. Even if the ground hadn't been wet when I left this morning, I would have known, because something dripping woke me up. It was something at Mario's house, thank goodness (and it sounded like one of his second-floor air conditioners dripping on one of his first-floor air conditioners), but it was both erratic and loud, so I couldn't go straight back to sleep. And my getting up and going back to bed and tossing and turning was something Lily thought she should investigate, so she came and made sure I was still breathing in both directions and providing adequate cat space on the bed. Which is considerably less cute at 2:45 in the morning after you've gone to sleep at midnight.
So it was a high-octane coffee morning. It would have been anyway, because the cafeteria doesn't do iced decaf and today was definitely an iced coffee day.
The laundromat at Washington St & Comm Ave has been gutted and is being put back together again. It has a sign over the door that says "Under New Management! Under 24 Hour Survivance". I wonder if the sign people shrugged and said "The customer is always right", or if neither the sign people nor the new laundromat management are very good at English. I went looking for an email address for the laundromat, because I wanted to point out (without actually saying that it casts aspersions on their perceived competence) that they meant "surveillance", unless they're installing a TV that doesn't show anything but Survivor reruns. I wouldn't have put that past the previous management, who couldn't keep more than half of the machines working at any given time anyway.
The Boston Olympic bid is dead. Thank goodness. I like the fact that the Olympics is a chance to see sports you don't usually see on TV, but Boston can't afford the palm-greasing and definitely can't afford the Mongolian clusterfuck the city would have turned into for the people who already live and work in it. Marathon day is bad enough. Hell, any home Red Sox game day is bad enough. But never mind, because the Olympics are going elsewhere and that's the best news I've heard all day.
