Shaved and frozen

Clueless Wonder returned home with a good deal less hair than he wore when he entered the vet's office. His entire belly had been shaved for the ultrasound, poor guy. You can't tell by looking at him, so I was taken quite by surprise when I lifted him up and felt the velvety wrongness of his belly skin. The skin over his tummy is a mottled pink and black, and the pattern doesn't match the black and white pattern of his hair when he's in a less alopecic condition. I don't know why that surprised me, but it just added to the incongruity of CW's current condition.

I got out of work, brought CW home, then took off in the snow and freezing rain to Big Chain Booksellers, where I spent an empty three hours waiting for people who were too smart to go out in the storm. Other evenings we've made a tidy sum in donations for our book wrapping, but last night I think I spent more on hot chocolate and latte than I brought in. A local author was doing a book signing for his new book about when he was newly married and the new "father" of a golden retriever, but after a small group of hard core fans got their copies, the line to his desk was short and sad. If it weren't for the ever-closing proximity of fruitcake and sufganiyot, I doubt anyone at all would have been in the store last night.

I still need to get to more of the story about Murphy. I have to work a full day tomorrow. I resent having to work a full day tomorrow, when the majority of my department does not. I may make time to complete the Murphy story then.