Estoy Nueces

My laundry duties yesterday ended in disaster. I washed an inkpen in our batch of shorts and jeans. I ruined at least three pairs of khaki shorts and possible a few pairs of my jeans. Even black jeans... the black ink still a huge blotch. What a mess.

Back to work today and I really didn't want to go. I hate that feeling. I haven't had that feeling in a long while, but the specter of the evil boss returning to our little world is looming and frightening. Cotton had also heard the rumors and he had had his run-ins with the evil boss so he wasn't fond of the prospect either.

I was also covered in mosquito bites today and uncomfortable despite my liberal applications of Benadryl lotion. Tonight I've taken a Bendryl tablet so I'm getting sleepy now, but it is helping with the itch.

I ventured to the east side for a bit and saw Mark play. My old good boss was supposed to go tonight, but he didn't.

Sad news about my friend Doug, the singer/songwriter and his dog...the brilliant dog that was on Leno and could sing and play fiddle. The poor pup was scared July 4 and ran into the road and was struck and killed. Whatever sadness or bummedness I have had lately pales next to that. Poor Doug. I feel so sorry for him losing his best friend in such a tragic way.