Today promised to be a long and early-started one, but by the time I ended my workday I was pleased with what I had accomplished. Everybody was (more or less) where they were expected to be with (more or less) what I expected them to have with them; and I made all my connections, got my major drafting project completed on time, avoided a fight over a bullshit issue, and got back home just in time for how I planned to end my day in way that would be efficient for me and fun for the dog.

As I mentioned the other day, our mechanic's new location is about three blocks from the dog park that I take Ebony to every Sunday.  I made an appointment for this afternoon to get my car inspected, and if I got there in time and there were no issues, I could take it home tonight without needing two rides from Eleanor tonight and tomorrow, plus I'd while away the hour by taking Ebony to the PARP!

(Btw, if you don't understand why I call it that-



- you need to read this immediately.)

My dog day wasn't nearly as efficient or productive as the workday had been. For one thing, as soon as my tires hit the 290, it started to rain for the first time all day.  I debated just driving straight to Erin's and waiting in the waiting room for the hour, but I'd brought nothing to read and it looked to be turning snowy. Ebony's a lab-mix- she lurves her Canadian white stuff.  So I went home, changed into sneakers, and got her in the back seat, and we drove the usual way to the bark parp before detouring just short of it....

whereupon she proceeded to poop the instant she got in the mechanic's waiting room.

Granted, she'd been home inside all day, had never been to this place before, and I suspect she mistook it for the vet, where she tends to lose control of her temper as well as her rear.  So I apologized, cleaned, left my key and we took the short walk to and across the Boulevard- with a wide assortment of additional poops arriving and departing into my remaining Wegmans bags along the way.

By the time we got to the entrance, the rain had not snowified but was basically just a freezing pelt- soon it would turn to hail briefly- and we were both soaked and I had a pawful of poop to dispose of.  But that is when karma proved that it has a sick and effective sense of humor- for here is what greeted my near-frozen eyeballs when I opened the first tote inside the airlock gate:



Let the record reflect: I did not remove that sign and consign it to such a poopy demise. But- I am pleased to say that I am responsible for depositing the Wegmans bag at the top center of the photo.

Here's looking at U, Mister Not My President:P

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The hail stopped, we mostly dried out during two trips round, seeing a few other hardy souls there at the end of the day (though we were, I think, the last ones out).  As soon as we crossed the bridge to get back to two-legged civilization, it started to rain again, and we were again pretty soaked by the time we returned to my newly-stickered car.  One towel and ten minutes later, we were home, safe and sound....

except she had to run out to the back yard again.  Hopefully she pointed her business at the Drumpf supporters next door:P