If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife

Today? Was a Day from Hell. Eight-point-five hours of inputting, with breaks for filing what I'd put in, then meeting Steve at the vet's office, where Scrabble and Mozart were pronounced fit and given their vaccines. Hexapuma was not given his vaccines. Hexampuma has to go back on Thursday morning for Tests.

My hands hurt. A lot. There will be no typing on George this evening, [insert expletive of your choice here].

Plans for the evening? Well. I have a Dortmunder novel, and I'm not afraid to read it.