Yeah, but those blackheads are forever, asswipe.

The dishes are done, the chili has been decanted into a refrigerator container and the stove and counters wiped down. Dog's been fed, check, and the empty vino removed to recycling. Check. The day has been amusing only because I immersed myself in a glorious taste of 1800's era cowboys delivering a herd of cattle under the protection of a division of Free Cossacks somewhere five hundred miles north of Vladivostock. I am entirely frustrated and irritated with the world at large other than this temporary reprieve provided by someone else's fictive inventions.

If it were not for vino riojo I would be frothing. Also, Maggie Darlin' Dogg known to the canine world as Mudflanks McFuzzbutt the Rocket Dog does a lot to keep me relatively sane.

Tomorrow I drive to LA to help with logistics. Driving to LA is like descending into the 5th circle of Hades.

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