I am Cranketta

Sistah. [insert Crankston's secret family handshake...which no doubt includes a severely scrinchy face]

Thankfully, the employee in question finally took her dog to the vet and it is clear that he sustained the injuries she described. One of the wounds had to be stitched...which is unusual for punctures...so it is a good thing she took my advice.

Now, it's up to the owner to decide if she wants to pay the vet bill and explain to the client that we don't have any proof of what actually happened.

Feh.

Haven't noticed box symptoms. On one level, that'd be a huge relief. On the other, we'd be kind of horrible for not noticing before this.

Oh all you crankies. far away hugs and hair pats. I am in a rare happy evening mood and my house smells like yum. cider on the stove and cranberry sauce simmering. Nutmeg, cinnamon , and allspice make the world better.

Sits in the cranky corner. At least I'm in good company.

I was very cranky this morning, now I am simply numb.

I am soothing my cranky by browsing the Sephora website and setting a calendar alert so I can hit their online Black Friday sale. (Dad gave me a giftcard for my birthday, because he knows I always need more eyeliner.)

I am You Tube-ing clips from "Day of the Doctor". I am NOT eating the entire quarter of a carrot cake.

I've been going since something like 5:30 AM and I'm sitting in tech with a few hours yet to go. This has been, and continues to be, a very. long. day.

My cranky was subsiding until I went to tidy up the kitchen and discovered that the substantial rain today has cause an old leak in the ceiling to re-spring. It it splitting the top of a a window frame in two.

The last time this happened, my landlord's solution was to clean leaves from the gutter. That bought him a few months. Now, I don't know.

Argh.

My cranky is still firmly in place.