Pants hemmed, for better or for worse. I’d have a lot less angst about the hemming job if they were MY pants. David’s a bit — exacting — so I hope they meet w/his approval. Or at least I hope he lies and tells me they’re ok.
Mickey started up with the honking again, so I called the vet to give them an update. The nurse brought up an awful thing — Mickey may be sensitive to something here in the house. (Kim has devastating thought that she doesn’t even keep her home fit enough for a DOG.) I opened the sliding door to get some fresh air in here, and the honking’s stopped. (I’m chilly, but I can cope) What have I brought in here since Monday night??? I’m racking my brain here…
