I had a big print order to get out before noon - propaganda cards for the local Communist party. Hey, I'll take jobs as I can get them. It's 37 below today, and gorgeous - all frosty and pink. So I went out to take a walk in shorts. A brisk walk, as you might imagine. Got back to find that the squirrels had gotten into the house. Worse, they'd gotten into the liquor cabinet.
My house will probably never stop smelling like rum. Poor Velcro was traumatized in the corner. Norway chased the squirrels out and called animal control to complain about the negligence of the Squirrel Protection Patrol that we signed on with last month, but they said there was nothing they could do. Rogue squirrels, you know - hadn't signed the amnesty agreement and were outside of their juristidiction. So I'm out a few liters of booze and they chewed on the legs of the dining room table. I'll have to sand out the chewmarks and refinish the surface.
Printer's still running off cards, but I've got to go watch that it doesn't start modifying the text. It has a mind of it's own, it does, and the client will not be happy to find 'down with the reds' added at the bottom of each cardback!
Alright, I've got scissors to sharpen. I hope your day down the rabbit hole is half as much fun.