Waiting for the vet on Friday. I’m not worried. Mathilda is getting steadily if slowly better. This appointment is more in the way of a systems check to insure we are on the right track. No big deal. I am working at my computer. Cat on the desk. Dog at my feet. The gentle hum of the server is the only sound. Then, my mouse – once again – declines to move the cursor to the left. I smack it remedially against the desk. Cat is taken aback. She – once again – knocks a pile of paper off my desk. I become verbally perturbed. Cat and dog leave the house at Mach II. The 80-pound Shepherd leading the 8-pound cat by a nose.
Okay, so maybe I was a little worried.
I knew a woman who threw silverware into the sink for maximum noise with minimum damage. How do you express yourself?