A change of pace...

My nose has been complaining of late every time I spend a lot of hours in my office (which is most of the time, lately). No, it wasn't old food, or clothes (how could you think that?), or even the bill collector stuffed in the bottom drawer of my credenza (just kidding... he didn't fit, anyway...), it was the dust and related particulates that was bothering me (and the fact that Ming got into a fight with one of the larger dust balls, and got his little butt whipped!).

My, what is it with me today?

Anyway, after starting the day off in the store and then stopping off at the City Market for some victuals and meds, I returned home, made some black cherry preserves (during which I noticed that Sasha was gone), and then put off starting on translation while I cleaned my office.

(And why, you ask, did I not immediately drop everything and go out looking for Sasha? Well, maybe it's because the clutch on my Nissan is about to give up the ghost, or maybe it's that huge puddle of coolant that appeared suddenly on the concrete under my engine... take your pick.)

Sasha, BTW, is still not back despite me yelling myself somewhat hoarse from the porch, and there has been no news from the local humane society. Tap, tap, tap... The silly dog jumped a barrier to get away from the house, which is most unusual.

I did, eventually, get down to translation, but didn't get as much done today as I had planned. Still, 3,000 words is not bad.

The news from home is that my dad is out of the hospital. When I called in (their) late afternoon, he was in the kitchen preparing dinner. (Go figure.)

Yikes! It's after 11 pm. Time to wind down (and not by playing with FineReader, either!). Maybe a little Bobby Darin...

Cheers...