Meanwhile, around the house...

I don't really have the energy for a really good post, so I'm just going to chat about things.

Day two of week two of ten hour days, and it was all I could do to take Scrappy for a meaningful walk this afternoon.  For his part, he celebrated by getting into a mud bog in which he sank up to his weenie.  Tried to pull me into it, too.  Now he's trying to convince me to give him his nightly treats a half hour early.  Yes, he is SOOO neglected.

Yesterday, a starling decided to come into the plant.  Our maintenance guy tried to shoo him out, but he decided to go the other way, directly into a furnace bulkhead, and thence down to land on the inspection table, directly between our inspector and the new lady on her first day that she was training.  I'm thinking that his prognosis wasn't good.


Reminded me of a Saturday working at my old job.  I was on the back dock when I heard the sound of a flock of geese.  Honk, honk, honk, CRASH! Honnnnnnnnnnn..... One of them flew into a closed dock door.  Kinda sounded like Scrappy groaning behind me.

Yes, I've heard all the wonderful news from Baltimore.  I wonder if they care what jackasses they look like in front of the whole nation.  Say what you will about the Occupy idiots, at least the worst they did was make a mess that could be bagged up and peed on a few buildings.  Not trying to be prejudicial, but every time the black community has a legit (or semi-legit) beef to protest about, it seems half the race says, "Party time," and it becomes thug family reunion.

On FB, I was just as delicate.  A local TV station posted the question, "Newsroom Question of the Day: The city of Baltimore has erupted as protests over the death of Freddie Gray have taken a turn for the worse.
A State of Emergency has been declared in the city due to the outbreak of mob-like violence.
What are your thoughts about the situation?"  I answered, "Incendiaries would be a good start."


In other news, I just got word from a woman I dearly love that she had to make a choice between unbearable pain and unbearable nightmares- AKA taking Lyrica.  To say she is wasted from pain and burdened with what it has cost her family is understating it.  She has fought this hard to see her youngest daughter go to prom, to graduate.  Her husband has made every sacrifice needed, and it kills her.  Any prayers would be appreciated.


Happier news, I think tomorrow I'll try to put together the second half of the A to Z Scrappy mash.  Tune in then!