Work called me and told me not to come in . . . I asked if the job was finished and they got panic-y. They said the network was down and they needed the day to fix it (I pointed out Windows sucks). I asked if I got paid and they said no so I got panic-y.
I like going to work. Ethel, my dog, thinks this is better, as she and I need to talk about her diet. She didn't mind Science Diet and NutroMax is very delicious but . . . I hate having long talks with my dog. It's always about food.
So we went out for a short walk and ran into Dana. We're meeting to go for a walk and to get coffee, and yes, McDonalds for Ethel.