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My day so far
1. The alarm was supposed to go off at 4:50. It did not.
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timprov, miserably awake due to his sleep disorders, knocked on the door to wake markgritter and me a bit after that, or Mark would have missed his plane. Mark dashed for the shower. I threw on jeans. The dog cried: why were all her monkeys running around and turning lights on in the middle of the night? Why? (Cue Robin: "Stupid monkeys!"*)
3. Mark was the last person to check in on his flight, but he made it.
4. Last I heard, he was stuck in Denver waiting for his flight to San Francisco to be allowed to leave. SFO is stupid.
5. By the time I got home, there was no way I was going back to sleep.
6. Timprov had finally gotten to sleep, so I didn't get a chance to talk with him.
7. Ista, when I got her up at the usual time, was confused and clingy and kept looking where the Mark was supposed to be, but I had carelessly mislaid him. I suspect that being the dog's alpha female reinforces my own notions that I Should Be Able To Fix Things. This is not entirely positive.
8. She refused breakfast entirely.
9. I finished reading Ordinary Jack -- rereading, really, but for the first time in 15 years -- and was reading The Life of the World to Come. My eyes started to droop. I put down the book and put my head down on the couch for a nap.
10. Delighted, the puppy -- formerly sleeping, sleeping for most of the time since -- came to dance a joyful tarantella on my head and gleefully lick my ear.
11. I picked up both head and book again, in time to watch the dog vomit on the rug.
12. Twice.
13. I took her outside. She drank some water. She is now sleeping again. I am not, and will not likely be.
14. We are nearly out of milk. If I do nothing else today, I must get milk. I may well do nothing else today. It is not the least likely prediction a human ever made. I don't want to go get milk (shower, crate dog, drive car, pick up other things While I'm There, deal with strangers, drive car, deal with hyper formerly crated dog -- blerg), but I want to not have milk from today into tomorrow until I take Ista to the groomer even less, so there you have that.
15. I think the numbers are because I'm tired enough that I need thingers. You know, thingers. To make things go sensibly. Whatever the word is. Sensifiers is clearly not it, but I could use a sensifier right about now. Yah.
*I may have gotten myself in a bit of trouble. I was telling Ista stories at dinner and was conveying some of her reactions as "Stupid monkeys!" And Roo found it hilarious and started repeating it, giggling to himself. I hope his parents don't hate me by now.
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timprov, miserably awake due to his sleep disorders, knocked on the door to wake markgritter and me a bit after that, or Mark would have missed his plane. Mark dashed for the shower. I threw on jeans. The dog cried: why were all her monkeys running around and turning lights on in the middle of the night? Why? (Cue Robin: "Stupid monkeys!"*)3. Mark was the last person to check in on his flight, but he made it.
4. Last I heard, he was stuck in Denver waiting for his flight to San Francisco to be allowed to leave. SFO is stupid.
5. By the time I got home, there was no way I was going back to sleep.
6. Timprov had finally gotten to sleep, so I didn't get a chance to talk with him.
7. Ista, when I got her up at the usual time, was confused and clingy and kept looking where the Mark was supposed to be, but I had carelessly mislaid him. I suspect that being the dog's alpha female reinforces my own notions that I Should Be Able To Fix Things. This is not entirely positive.
8. She refused breakfast entirely.
9. I finished reading Ordinary Jack -- rereading, really, but for the first time in 15 years -- and was reading The Life of the World to Come. My eyes started to droop. I put down the book and put my head down on the couch for a nap.
10. Delighted, the puppy -- formerly sleeping, sleeping for most of the time since -- came to dance a joyful tarantella on my head and gleefully lick my ear.
11. I picked up both head and book again, in time to watch the dog vomit on the rug.
12. Twice.
13. I took her outside. She drank some water. She is now sleeping again. I am not, and will not likely be.
14. We are nearly out of milk. If I do nothing else today, I must get milk. I may well do nothing else today. It is not the least likely prediction a human ever made. I don't want to go get milk (shower, crate dog, drive car, pick up other things While I'm There, deal with strangers, drive car, deal with hyper formerly crated dog -- blerg), but I want to not have milk from today into tomorrow until I take Ista to the groomer even less, so there you have that.
15. I think the numbers are because I'm tired enough that I need thingers. You know, thingers. To make things go sensibly. Whatever the word is. Sensifiers is clearly not it, but I could use a sensifier right about now. Yah.
*I may have gotten myself in a bit of trouble. I was telling Ista stories at dinner and was conveying some of her reactions as "Stupid monkeys!" And Roo found it hilarious and started repeating it, giggling to himself. I hope his parents don't hate me by now.
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And I'm sure Sun has rules, but given where their campus is I wouldn't think they would care one way the other about SFO vs SJC. But I don't know.
On the other hand, you'd think Sun would be used to it by now if 1/3 of their arrivals are delayed due to fog -- so at least no one will think it's anyone's fault.
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Their rules involve taking the lowest fares their system spits out for the parameters. So if Mark tells them he's flying in to work in Palo Alto today, there's only so far he can mess with the flight times to get what he wants out of what they're willing to hand him. He can say "must be after 6:30 a.m.", but if their thing keeps spitting out SFO flights on Frontier for all of his time parameters, he's stuck.
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Flying Frontier through SJC is not entirely feasible because they don't have afternoon flights back--- I have flown into SJC and out of SFO once or twice on Frontier.
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I need flexibility. A direct flight is nice, too, but AA treats me well enough to put up with changing planes.
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