Came home after a stressful day at work.
The dawg had eaten all the cat's food.
In return, the cat had peed in the dawg's kennel.
Just to show who was boss, the dawg destroyed my wife's basket of art supplies and dug 14 holes in the backyard.
AND it was about 95 degrees in the house.
But it is better now.
The sun has gone down in a blaze of glory and the house is a balmy but bearable 80 degrees.
The wife is making carne asada burritos.
I have my favorite imix blaring from the computer (4:30 Friday). Take every song that acts as a salve upon your soul, put it in a mix, fire it up at 4:30 every Friday to wash the work week off you . . . (and anytime in between for that matter).
We are going to finish an excellent movie that we started yesterday and I told the folks at work to have a good weekend. That's right - pound sand - I'm taking a three-day weekend.
Going for a run tomorrow morning - with any luck, surfing Saturday before heading to LA for the weekend to see our friend's baby and celebrate our 15th anniversary at Manhattan Beach or anywhere else that suits our fancy.
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