Dang, lots of little annoyances today. This morning, after I spilled my coffee, I realized one of my dogs had shit in his crate. I made paella on Saturday night, and sometime on Sunday, my fiancee left one of the dogs out on the sun porch where I had temporarily put a bag of trash... which included shrimp tails, mussel shells, and other discarded scraps of food from people's plates. Needless to say, little Moxie got into the trash. This apparently caused no end of stomach upset for him, and he had some godawful shellfish diarrhea in his crate for me to clean on my way out the door. Later in the day, I had a totally useless doctor's appointment. I have no idea why they scheduled it. It was a follow-up at the allergist - but I just saw him a few weeks ago. I don't know why I let them even schedule an appointment. $30 co-pay and a useless visit. I think it would have been my first allergy shots appt. but I hadn't signed the release so I guess it was sort of my fault but still. I just didn't think to cancel it. Then I went shopping for a whole bunch of food at Sam's Club. Lines, idiots, incompetence. Got home to find more diarrhea on the kitchen floor. Ugh. Even as I type, my big dog is puking... no doubt from sampling some of the poo. Now I am trying to chop vegetables to make pasta salad and grilled vegetables for about 50 people tomorrow - about once a year, I grill lunch for the whole company. It's a fun thing and people enjoy seeing the boss making lunch. I enjoy it - but last weekend, while slicing a whole bunch of serrano as thinly as possible, I developed and then burst a blister right at the base of my index finger where it wraps over the back of the knife blade. So now I'm trying to chop buttloads of onions, celery, peppers, etc. with raw flesh exposed right at the point of attack. To top it all off, it's supposed to be on the wrong side of 100 tomorrow while I'm sweating over the freaking grill. Might I suggest a cocktail Doug?