Little motivation to work today. Hard to get enthusastic about laboriously transcribing dozens of audio tapes that have been prepared by a paralegal dictating a person's medical records. A good deal of fatigue this morning. It is 10 degrees cooler, which felt pleasant. Molly was in a mood this morning. She was bad yesterday. Got hold of a bag of treats (foil, with a vacuum seal) and tore it open and ate every single one.
That's what dogs do when you're away.
This weekend I'm scheduled to run up to Whidbey Island for a writing seminar. I'm looking forward to that. Involves a short ferry ride, which will be very nice on a Friday evening.
My shingles outbreak is fading, but it still itches like I went wading in poison ivy.
My offer on the triplex in Decorah was countered and I accepted the counteroffer, which means that we've stepped closer to a purchase. I think now that the sale is "pending".
The subject line "Myk van Dyk" is just a jesterly attempt at a nom d'plume.