Yesterday, Merlin got his teeth cleaned. (Merlin is Writing Cat, for those playing cat bingo at home.) I was seriously (and slightly irrationally) worried that he was too old or weird to survive the anesthesia, but they did blood tests beforehand, and--well, as the vet said, "He has STRANGE levels--some things are high, some things are low--but none of them are indicative of any problem or disease or syndrome." I knew that cat was weird!
Anyway, he came through the sedation just fine, though he tried to do way too much on shaky legs once I got him home. Also, he wanted to eat several hours before the vet wanted him to, but he was hunting for food to the point of dangerously jumping up on the kitchen counters over and over and over... I gave him a little kibble, then a little more, then a little more, and he didn't barf, and the peasants rejoiced.
No extractions, either. Just some bad tartar and gum disease. Maybe now he'll start chewing his food?
The point is, I had to go pick him up, which meant leaving early from work--just two hours, though. To make a true half-day of vacation, I asked my boss to let me come in a couple hours late today. (Don't ask how the math works. I'd explain it to you, but it's not logical.)
Of course the stove decided to be delivered today. So--I would have been at work for about 3 hours, all told.
I did briefly consider asking the husband to take this one, but I've got the vacation and I need the writing time. Plus, I have a distinctly understanding boss. And it's still summer, from our point of view. In a few weeks, there will be no insta-vacation days. So, we had a good chuckle on the phone, and I have some of the lost time back in my editing budget.
JUST in time for my Strange Horizons edits to come in on "Five Rules for Commuting to the Underworld" to roll in.
Perfect! If I progress enough on the book today, I will absolutely drag the netbook over to Zingerman's Coffee Bar and look at the short story edits for a break (well, assuming I can time that with the stove arrival). And maybe even take a walk in the sunlight. I've gone from hunched urgency to feeling expansive freedom. What a difference seven hours makes!
I can even shower, now!