While I was writing about the agent being let go yesterday National Airlines quietly went out of business. Damn. It wasn't a fabulous airline, but it sure kept prices down to Las Vegas out of San Francisco. Now United won't have any competition and fares are bound to go up. Yes, America West has about 2.2 flights a day but United isn't threatened by them, and it's going to be a lot harder to find a sweet deal to Vegas for packages departing out of SFO.
We're having the first big autumn storm, a warm and gusty Pacific rainstorm that's flinging water at the windows and tossing around my containers in the back, scaring the bejeezus out of me and the dog every time something goes bump in the night. John is at a volleyball game, which means I am not walking Jasper in the morning. I absolutely loathe having to get up early, put on clothes and walk the dog. Loathe it. It's the worst part of dog ownership, chiefly because I hate any exertion in the morning. But I've done it three days in a row because John had the flu. All done now. If he's well enough to drive 35 miles to a volleyball game he's well enough to walk Mr. Grunty tomorrow.
Yes, that's one of Jasper's nicknames. He really does grunt like a pig quite a bit. John's taken to calling him J Dog as well... damn it, there goes my miniature rose bush. I'm going to be pissed if my ceramic containers get broken. Anyway, I think it might be J.Dog like J.Lo. I hope Jasper doesn't suddenly decide to get engaged to Ben Affleck. Or maybe it's J-Dog like O-Town, in which case his howling isn't due to the proximity of fire engines, it's the urge to let out the syrupy love ballad trapped in his doggie heart. I don't know why John suddenly gave him a rap name. Jasper answers to pretty much anything, anyway. John could yell for Marcus Aurelius and Jasper would thrill to the sound of his master's voice and come running.
Holy crap, that was loud! I think that was the old doghouse collapsing. In fact, I think the church just got one of their windows broken. It must be gusting at 60 mph or more. I'm turning the computer off, going upstairs and hiding under the covers until this stops.
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