Sunday, Rose wants to take us all out to dinner, instead of the usual dinner gathering at the farm. She says she wants a break. What this means to me is that I have to get up, go out to the farm, load Ray into the car, go wherever it is we're eating, unload him, scoot him around this place, deal with him the whole meal, scoot him out, load him up, take them home, unload him, then I get to come home. So much for my day off, huh?
I may not have anything to munch on, but I have a good half bottle of port here. I'll find a way to end this crap-ass day on a good note, one way or another.