I signed on for a couple extra shifts in the VeloBarrel during the Vuelta and (Not) The Tour of Colorado, and also have been chiming in mornings at Charles Pelkey’s newest venture, LiveUpdateGuy.com, so I’ve been scurrying about like a roach on a griddle the past couple of days.
Being a professional slacker who hasn’t had a full-time job since the fall of 1991 it always comes as a shock to my system whenever I actually have to work anything close to a full week. How the hell did I do it all those years? How the hell does anyone do it?
Every aspect of the literary and artistic life suffers as a consequence. Grocery trips become hectic affairs instead of leisurely noshing expeditions, and mealtime the equivalent of filling the tank at a Conoco. The quality and quantity of training declines. The liquor tab takes on Pentagonesque dimensions.
But at least no one has cut me, and I’m not wearing a cone. There’s an upside to everything.
Mad Blog Media 
Greetings from the safer, drier, and less windy end of NC!
I raise a glass tonight, with regard to no cuts and cones for you good sir.
The cone’s not bad if you fill it with chips. Better yet, add a neck gasket and fill it with beer.
We have several cones in the utility closet and I have never felt the need to wear one in solidarity with my pets. Glad to see lil’ Buddy is back home and here’s to his health!
Poor Buddy looks like he’s in the slammer and proclaiming he didn’t do what ever got him there. “It’s the cats I tell you! Ya gotta listen to me it’s the cats. Put this thing on the white one not me!!”
Dogs always take the rap.
SteveO, a nice Argentine Malbec would go well with a chips and a cone.
Poor buddy..neck condom, I can sympathize.
Buddy looks like he’s coping better than our cats did. Non-stop glaring for several days. Then when it finally came off, we got ignored 24/7 for a few weeks.
He must be a pretty good-natured dog.