This morning, Zoë went to the vet to get tutored.
It's positively silent in the house, and a little unnerving. To think she came into our lives only a little over a month ago -- and now we so notice her absence.
We're also not having a good day for rudimentary technology around here. For reasons unknown, the front door lock has seized and refuses to open, despite cajoling, pleading, and liberal application of WD-40. Paul's parking brake has seized and refuses to release, forcing him to drive my car. Paul's driver's side door lock also put up a ten-minute fight when I tried to move his car back into the driveway so we wouldn't get ticketed for leaving it on the street.
Yeah. Unfun.
On a more positive note, yesterday I got a site programmed for one of Paul's clients, and three-and-a-half pages inked. I would've got the last page inked, but I noticed halfway through that one of the characters is way the heck too big for the car he's driving, and I'll have to redraw him to make him believable.
Still, that's pretty good progress. I only hope I can keep the pace through the holidays.
Hey Jane,
Sorry to hear about your misfortune. Seems that Misfortune is taking quit the strole all over Michigan as of late. Reason I say that is because a very good friend of mine, Robbert Holly died Monday of a Pulminary Embolism. Nasty clots in his lungs.
He was a wonderful human being and my Knight in the SCA.
His memorial is up on Legio Draconis. But I don't exspect you to go there and read any of it.
I was just leting you know that your not alone in this.
Love yea,
Erik