The gas fumes set off the smoke and carbon monoxide detectors, which set off the dog.

I have overlapping deadlines for work. I generally like working from home, but I really wish I had a dog-friendly Plan B office option for times like this.

We need to get the house back in shape before our pal/dog-sitter stays here while we’re away on holiday.

It’s a lot.

I don’t want to hit Fast-Forward on my one mortal life, but… this particular episode about the basement could be over and that’d be okay.

Repairing this properly — so it doesn’t happen again — is going to cost thirty grand. So that’s fun. (Thank Poseidon our insurance will cover most of that.)

Remind me again how home ownership is a good investment?

My old blog posts will be back soon. I’m just… Well, there’s some technical jiggery-pokery underway. In the meantime, you can find those posts here.

Erm, didn’t mention my husband, who is still my darling after 13 years. (It’s work — ironically — to keep things simple, but we’re doing the work.)

I also didn’t mention my work-work, which, after 25 years, is easy to take as a given — until I remember that it’s anything but. I couldn’t ask for better on that front.

Here’s a short YouTube video about my Saturday morning drawing sessions and making this diary comic.