Morkie + Jorkie delivered through a drizzly predawn morning and blinking bicycle and buggy light obstacle/ocular course to the doggydayspa, the warning of an angry Morkie duly delivered. Doggydayspa-day = my dayschedule resoundingly fucked but oh well.

Related: I can tell I’m not getting enough reading time in.

Meanwhile, that strange sensation of being pleasantly surprised: my general rule of thumb WRT pitching/querying response is 85% ignored, 10% no, 5% yes. So you may consider me stunned that yesterday was one of those five percent days…