Finally got to Honolulu, learned that Hawaii has recently enacted bizarre overreaching antismoking ordinance, dealt with surly car rental people, rush hour traffic, etc.

Very tired, finally got to rental, weird hassle with key, L.'s mad there are no screen doors, otherwise seems pretty OK to me.

Took a walk up the busy, busy street for liquor & Korean BBQ.

The party's started, hurrah!

Sitting in weirdly lit terminal, thinking about research into treating PTSD by interfering with the formation of long term memories. I expect if that's ever successful we'll end up being loaded naked into cargo planes & given a little shot at the other end. Might be preferable.

Me & the wife just back from the security theater, waiting at our gate.

Morning wasn't as much of a mad rush as I expected, thanks, Ian.

Woken a little while ago by call from work, not anything I could really help with, thankfully.

Need to get up an hour & a half from now to go to airport, how odd.

Just back from dropping the dogs at Meadowrock Kennel in Suffield, made us both feel a little melancholy, dogs seemed fine.

Stopped for some White Hut on the way home, yum yum.

L.'s work xmas party in a bit. Will try to sleep after that, I guess.

Wikipedia says: "Attention please: The Titan Cronus/Kronos (Κρόνος in Greek) is sometimes mythologically confused with Chronos (Χρόνος in Greek), the personification of time." But you already knew that.

Too many pictures in my head.

Im Dom, da steht ein Bildniss
Auf goldenem Leder gemalt.
In meines Lebens Wildniss
Hat's freundlich hineingestrahlt.

Getting ready for last little bit of work before vacation. Sitting on back porch with dogs, started writing a poem in my head, then lost track of it. Pickles barked at squirrels as I watched them run along the roofline of the neighboring barn.

After work, need to take the dogs to kennel, hopefully it'll be fun for them, wish they could see Hawaii. Afraid of flying.

In my mind's eye, watching a kappa turn into a chi and back again.

Went for final meal at H & O, before trip anyway, cosmos, clam chowder, brisket plates with waffles. Pretty fucking idyllic.

Been reading about plate lunch & shave ice places on yelp & the like.

Plate lunch, shave ice. We're going to go swimming, hurrah!

Just back from walking the dogs, one by one, through the grim, wet darkness of early evening.

Waiting to hear about dinner plans.

Finally did laundry for trip.

Idiotic morning at work, working from home this afternoon, have a very stiff neck, just took a very hot shower, maybe it'll help.

Yogurt & rice seem to be working their magic.

Stiff & sore, warmer this morning.

Lazily lying about, reading about ambiguity. Just read some joker claiming people don't generally employ it on purpose. Lot he knows.

Fed Peretz some rice & yogurt, L. made tacos, everybody's happy.

Peretz seems a good deal better this morning, kept me up late, shivering wrapped in a towel, poor little guy.

Should make him some rice & yogurt later.

Hopefully they'll stay out of the oil today.

Sitting up with sick pup, watching Dr. Who.

Make a wish.

Poor sick pup.

Came home to a vomiting Peretz. After extensive bile cleanup, found the culprit, a bottle of Wesson canola oil, 3/4 full as of yesterday evening, now topless & empty. Pickles seems fine.

We just took them both for a walk, bit more gagging from Peretz. We're cuddled up in a blanket now, he's shivering.

Make a wish, doesn't work, couldn't hurt, etc., etc.

Want some tasty lunch.

It's funny to feel simultaneously exploited & insufficiently taken advantage of, welcome to the American workplace, I suppose.

Wishing I had some ibuprofen.

Sometimes I enjoy the feeling that I am concealing whole universes.

This is, of course, a lot of nonsense-just drips & drabs, mostly not so much hidden as not worth mentioning.

Still, alone with idiosyncratically connoting signs, building little networks, a nice enough hobby horse.

One of these days, I'll finally reread Tristram Shandy.

Back from another soup & game night, black bean soup makes it all better, got the wife so revved up she's back at work working on work, the little piston.

Strangely warm for the day after snow & ice.

Pickles is lazily chewing on something.

Chair at work is making my back hurt.

Bored, stressed, tired, anxious, want to get out of here & off to Hawaii already.

This year is shaping up as the stupidest at this job yet.