Gnrt. I am apparently not very good at house-training a puppy. I’m certainly very tired of her whining and me bringing her out six times only for her to do nothing but snuffle around, and then when I finally give up and fail to believe her, having her shit on the floor.

Sarah says Chantico is the puppy who cried wolf. Heh. :}

I went and got a new odometer, but the kind of jerky guy at the bike shop didn’t have time to install it for me (the fact that he’s a jerk and the fact that there wasn’t time aren’t exactly related), and I sort of stare at it all with mindless incompetence. I’m pretty sure it’s not that hard to put together. I just look at it and it makes me grumpy (which is exactly how my father approaches construction projects, which he hates) and any competence I have for dealing with it goes right out the window. :P Maybe in a few minutes I’ll go give it another try. Or maybe Shaun will come home soon and rescue me from my own bad temper.

I’m going to take a bath, and aspirin, and go to bed early tonight. I have to get up at like 5:30. Ugh. Get up at 5:30 and then take a 60 mile bike ride. I must be out of my mind. :)