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There are two days in every month whereon a deed that is started does not succeed  -Gorice XII of Witchland

This is one of those two days.

I woke up at the usual time (godawfulearly:40).  I had a 9:15 doctor appointment, no sense going in to work.  So I wait; Kate had said that she would wake up at the usual time and we'd walk Bogus, sorry Bogar together.

Kate woke up with massive sinus headache, took meds, went back to bed.  OK, no walk; keep working.

Kate takes the Beagle off for a 9 AM visit to get a Nasty Growth removed from his ear.  I head for my Dr. appointment at 9:15.

At 10:00, the doctor walks in.  That's 45 minutes down the recycler.  At least my  blood pressure is down from historic high levels.

At 10:20, I leave the office.  It is now WAY too late to get a parking space at the BART station.  Kate has offered to drop me off if such happens, so I take her up on it.  I get the 10:45 BART, arrive at Rockridge at 11:10.  Jerry Krause  has been waiting for me for at least an hour,.  He and I have planned to drive over to Burlingame, to get to a Dept. lunch, we may still be able to make it.

There has been a major accident on the San Mateo bridge.  It's closed.  All overflow traffic has headed to the Bay Bridge.  Jerry does a flyby, and we realize that it will take two hours just to get to the bridge, let alone across it.  Bag the dept. lunch, he drops me off at Rockridge and I head for home.

I'm awaiting a train at RR station, and call Kate for pickup.  She has just ordered her sushi lunch.  It will be at least 20 minutes before I get to the home station, no problem.

I am at home station.  A half-hour later, Kate arrives and takes me home, where I can scrounge Tupperware for lunch.

2:30: Kate's napping, the vet calls, I go to retrieve the postsurgical  Beagle.  He is a very unhappy little beagle.  45 seconds before we get home, he can no longer hold it, and urinates all over the car seat.  I say things to him, none of which will be found in an address to the United Nations.  I put him in the back yard.  A minute later, I find the side gate is open.  Certain that he has made a break for it, I run around th front of the house shouting for him.  While I am running around the front yard, he goes in the back door and lies down.

In between all this, I am trying to get some work done. The compiler still will not compile.  The tools to compile the compiler will no longer compile.  The VPN link to the computer where the tools are to compile the compiler will not stay up.

I'm afraid to ask about dinner.


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 19th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Those days can be really frustrating, can't they?

Sometimes there's a really good reason that happened, like keeping you out of the way of some danger or something along those lines...

As for the state of your work, sounds like something got broken, do you have any backups to restore from?
On the other hand, maybe something between you and it is screwing things up and maybe waiting a day will (hopefully) clear things up.
Sep. 19th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
::gives daddy the cadbury chocolate bar stashed for these kinds of things::
Sep. 19th, 2007 05:51 am (UTC)
Meep. At least I come home tomorrow, which I guess is a good thing. Right?
Sep. 19th, 2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
It is for you; now I have to find clean bedsheets, and move the engine block out of your room.

Sep. 19th, 2007 04:53 pm (UTC)
Not to pry, but are you John's son?
Sep. 19th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
Much though he may try to deny it...
Sep. 19th, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
Bum-merrr. Incidentally, I learned today that your area ties with mine for the nation's second most traffic congestion.
Sep. 20th, 2007 04:19 am (UTC)
Your Horoscope: Just go back to bed. You probably got a paper-cut just reading this...

Have a cookie. Just don't choke on it. ;-)
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