…or a butler, or to just quit my job, one of the three. Tried to get the car inspected this morning, already too long a line when I got there, which means I have to be there at 0-dark-thirty Wednesday morning to give it another go.
But all was not lost, as I stopped on the way back to pick up mail at my place (they’re still not forwarding everything), and there was a turtle in the road at the entrance to the neighborhood, so I had to stop and get him all the way across before he got smushed.
But still, it sucks to not have someone to share the load with at times.
Work in a few. Not particularly entranced with the idea, no doubt the queue will be a disaster by 11 if it isn’t already, and I’m sure my clients are screaming that I’m not around yet, but hell, they can bugger off - not my fault my schedule got switched around at the last minute.
So, yeah, a little grumpy this morning. Bugger.
