The day was going so well. Got homework done and out. Did the invoicing I was behind on. Shopped. Planted lettuce and beets. Watered the radishes (they're up already!) and the carrots. Lobbed a dozen suggestions at a friend for a mutual project. All good . . .
. . . then I discover the dog ate my favorite pen, the fancy one, a Christmas present from my sweetie.
You can't holler at the old guy - he's down to two good legs, and it's two days from his 12th birthday.
So I gave him a treat, the salmon ones he loves. Pens I can replace.