Pointless Rambling.

Last night I put my Element in a ditch. It was the softest slide ever, right into some lovely reeds. No damage. None. It did take over an hour to get it out and I was emotionally strung out. So much so that 2 shots of whiskey could not touch it. But I was safe and nothing was lost.

Tyler found his way into the old folks home by OCNP today. And was lost there for much over an hour. I ended up having to drive the doggies home and get some liquid refreshment before I could go back and find him with my bike. He was on the inside of the complex's fence. So I had to lift him over the fence bodily. Then, crap. I realized he had been rolling around in something dead. Ick
Tyler and I got a lift back to the house when Justin came by with Plumbly. We stopped only long enough to grab the quarters we needed for the car wash and then Tyler got sprayed and soaped... and soaped and soaped. It almost worked too. Tyler just about smells better.

Showered, changed and a bit hydrated -- off I was to eat at La Fondita. It's a place I have seen but have not been. I met Victor the owner and saw that OJ had gotten himself in legal trouble again. Good Lord. I ate the carnitas and had the tea. Then came home to iron. Fold laundry. Vacuum. And get a terrible headache.

I am supposed to go out riding with Mark and the Muni crew tonight at 6 p.m. Yeah, right. I have got to buy some dog food. And I have to find something for this pounding head. And I really, really need to find something stimulating for my mind... since all of this is just: pointless rambling.