date destruction; dog dodging

[sistawendy]

Temptress texted me yesterday asking if we could do just dinner (ahem) because she had important work-related stuff this afternoon. (She told me the nature of it.) I said yes, of course. Then when I was on the bus she called: traffic was bad even by Seattle standards, as I was already experiencing on Aurora, so could we take a rain check?

Aw. And I was of course looking and smelling better than usual, with all of the effort that entails. Ah well, there's Aspiring Ex's birthday party - where it looks like I'll be a bit fuzzy because of electrolysis the following day.

I consoled myself last night by going to Lambert House and finishing the quarterly reporting queries that I started last night. The director now has to kill somebody if I ask him to. He could talk them to death, no problem.

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I again encountered Monday morning's kamikaze Boston terrier, and once again he made a friendly lunge for my wheels. This time, though, both his person and I were ready. I'm hoping he learns sooner or later. Out of all the hundreds of dogs I've passed at Green Lake, he's the only one who's done that.