Happy slappies are really good for getting a licky dog to back off.
Woke up with phone calls and internet-searching about dog-related emergencies. The dog of a friend of Guide Dog Aunt ate a bar of soap. There was much rejoicing when the emergency came to an end.
Dogs seem to be as self-destructive as toddlers, but with no end in sight.
Guide Dog Aunt seems like she'd really enjoy

The downstairs bathroom toilet is evidently much with the touchy. Guide Dog Aunt is re-thinking her priorities on explaining it to guests. If a nicely-calligraphed framed sign on the care and feeding of the toilet appears,
Save the drama for your llama. Now with more drama drama fanon drama / AU angsting cosplay drama / drama drama tinhat drama / drama drama wank. (I need an icon with "now my song is getting thin / I think my ship just sank / time for me to surf the net" on it. Or something.)
Bad cat names, and the Black Tent. Hooray Dragonlance.
Via
Yesterday's revelry: not much, really. Finished reading A Wind from the South, which is very much a book for Dagger's collection, given that it's about, um, spoiler. I felt it read a little slowly, but that could well just be the combination of .pdf on laptop (I prefer reading HTML), the kind of day it was, and how very ill I still am.
Oh, and then Guide Dog Aunt brought home a bunch of movies, and we wound up watching Mad Hot Ballroom, which was a lot of fun.
Instead of me braving BART,
I think probably the best plan for dinner negotiations is for me to call Az-the-Elder and then turn the phone over to 'Shua, so the locals can scheme without me having to croak too much. (Which reminds me, I should make a phone post at some point to establish exactly how dreadful I sound right now.)