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Sheila and her Sweet Baboo in better days:

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The power just came back on in my house about twenty minutes ago. The transformer across the street blew again around 7:00 p.m., so the power was out to the -- what, eight? nine? -- houses between the corner and the next transformer up. I had originally planned to go out to a movie tonight; if I had, I would have arrived home to find all the clocks needing to be reset and wouldn't have known a thing about it. But the friend I was going to go with cancelled, and I was in my laundry room folding laundry when I heard the bang and the light in the dryer went out. Having experienced this only just last summer (or maybe the summer before), I knew what it was immediately. My neighbors and I were out looking for a dead squirrel, but couldn't find one. (A squirrel caused the last one.) The last time was a bit less inconvenient: though it was also a Sunday, oddly enough, it was high summer, a bright day, and around midmorning. This time...I tried reading with the curtains open, then I took my book outside where it was still bright enough to read, then I came back in and counted the cash in my wallet and decided that I couldn't go out for ice cream, so I rummaged around and got a bunch of candles lit, then read by candlelight in my office until the power came back on.

And the overhead light was unbelievably bright after reading by candlelight for half an hour or so. Even though I had seven candles lit.... Also, I'd better get some D-cells for my Maglight(s). Or maybe it's time to get a camping flashlight with the big square battery.

In other news, Lyme came today and took away the scrap lumber in the breezeway and most of the large sheets of stuff in the garage. The only stuff I hung onto was anything that looked like trim from the house and the drywall in the breezeway. He and his lady friend and I loaded up his trailer in a little under two hours. Now I need to clean the rest of the breezeway. My sister told me she'd help me move the drywall into the garage when I had room for it, and now I do....

Emails have been flying back and forth between me and MyAuntie and my sister and MyAuntie all weekend. The upshot of it is that someone misunderstood something somewhere along the line and Gram was told that the tests he needed were surgical in nature, which is why she vetoed them. They're not, so when Doc W gets back from her conference next week, we'll schedule them. And we just have to keep convincing Gram that just because he can't see is no reason to euthanize him. (She said the same thing when I told her that Sheila is mostly blind and I suspect she's a touch deaf as well, and, dude, you simply do not suggest that someone else is going to have to have their pet put down. That's just...not nice.)

I really liked last night's episode of Doctor Who. It didn't at all go where I expected it to. (And, in fact, should not have been able to go where it ultimately did, but, as previously mentioned, "some idiot turned off the safeties," and as even previouslier mentioned, "I always took you where you needed to go." Though it this case, it was apparently Clara that needed to go there. Though I have to wonder about Clara meeting more than one stranded early time traveler...and was that planet the same planet (at the end of the universe) where the Doctor (and Jack and Martha) found the Master? And what woman are we going to find that Danny has killed? And wouldn't it be terribly twisty if we found out that it was Clara? (Though, of course, it couldn't be as he would have recognized her. Assuming her wide face with eyes out to here wasn't covered at the time, of course.)

I do have to say, though, that Capaldi's grins are terrifying. And I did see someone explain the Doctor's new-found grimness by pointing out that he is fresh from centuries of war on Trenzalore.

Also, also, although I don't particularly care for the current TARDIS desktop, I really like the blackboard, desk, candles, and that bookcase. I want that bookcase....
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The fallen branch in my backyard:

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I am tired this morning. Yesterday was an easy enough day at work (though I'm verging on the point of having nothing to do again, and I hate that), but there was the finding of the broken window and the fuss attendant on that and the shire meeting and then Lyme stopped by after the meeting to look at the scrap lumber in the breezeway (finally!) and he was here until nearly 9:30. I turned off my alarm at about 4:30 and slept for another hour. I need to stop waking up and turning my alarm off.

Sheila is not getting better. She has been on Baytril for a month now, and I am really wondering about the two younger vets who put her on amoxicillin. Doc W says that the culture and sensitivity clearly show that Baytril is the way to go and amoxi not so much. I'm beginning to wonder if this infection has got such a hold that nothing is going to clear it up. Sheila has been out four times already this morning in the space of about half an hour and she just keeps pacing, indicating that she is not at all comfortable. I am also beginning to wonder if maybe she does have kidney stones in addition to the infection.

The shire meeting was surprisingly well-attended: there were six people there, and one of them hasn't shown to a meeting in about five years. We finally discussed the bylaws, and while I managed to grab a red pen to write on my annotated copy, I managed to not grab my annotated copy which was in the same bag. Anyway, most of it is apparently going to stand, with just the changes made to elections and terms of office. I have to put the whole thing together and get it online by the weekend so it can be voted on at the next meeting. And I still wonder if we should define 2/3 of the populace as "2/3 of the four or five people who bother to show up for meetings." If I were actually writing these things, they would be so full of snark....

I should probably also get myself warranted, but what the heck; I've already been in office for six months, no point in rushing things....

I also learned that there is a situation coming up in which I will likely have to choose whether to be an adult and attend a gathering where The Perfidious Ex and His Twinkie will likely be in attendance or stay the hell away. I am selfishly and childishly hoping the gathering will take place while I am at work so that I have an excuse to not attend. Come to that, the DM and Mrs. DM will likely also be there, and I might actually pay to avoid them....

Today is Birthday Day at work. I am probably not going to contribute since I didn't bake this past weekend and since I'm not going to have time to get to a store unless I get up right this very second, throw on whatever clothing comes to hand, and rush off. Which I'm not going to do. (See above, re: tired.)

Today, I will also have to stop and see Gram after work. I had planned to do it yesterday, but then the deputies at work convinced me I should file a report. That would mean calling the sheriff's office in the county seat, then waiting around the house until a car could get here. It's a forty-minute drive unless there's someone closer (like, say, the deputies in my building, but they're stuck there until at least 5:00 p.m.), and I had the shire meeting at 6:30. Then my sister insisted that the hole had been there for a lot longer, so I just committed fukkitry and didn't call. It's not like my homeowners insurance is going to pay to replace the window. (I really need to find out what the deductible is on that policy; the premium is suspiciously inexpensive; knowing The Perfidious Ex, it's something like $2,000.00, because he would have figured that he could do any work.)

I do not want to go to work today.
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