The little dog proved a quiet, if somewhat frightened passenger in the pet (cat!) carrier, carefully expressing his disapproval of unplanned excursions by means of a steaming mound of criticism in the corner of the carrier, which the vet's office was nice enough to remove. (He had a somewhat shorter but similar opinion of the exam table.)
It all went well withal; when it came time to return home, he was happy to climb back in and refrained from further comment in any form.
Dreamlike: that vet's office has two office cats: an orange tabby tomcat and a tortoiseshell calico! The tom's smaller than Huck (and declawed all 'round, poor guy), while the calico lacks Rannie's dark half-mask. Still, quite a coincidence.
...And at the Skunk Works, North Campus, a day that began well enough augered in when a recently-repaired critical device proved to have a communicable failure upon reinstallation. Even after de-installing the darned thing, the problem remains and has stubbornly resisted diagnosis. An hour after the usual quittin' time (and no lunch, either), I fought it to a should-work situation and vowed to address it again in the morning. It could be two bad cables in a row -- but I have my doubts.
Entirely too exciting.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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