Yesterday I mailed Chase’s (non-herding) National Specialty entries to Foy Trent. The forms were all filled out, I included a check. Then last night my brain did a tiny bit of math — $20 for the Megan + $32 for a Regular Class = $52. Interesting — yesterday afternoon, it apparently equaled $42 – because that’s what I sent with the entry. I emailed Foy Trent Dog Shows, and being the gentleman that Mr. Trent is, he did not call me anything derogatory – just told me to send a second check for $10 with a note containing the dog’s name, Registration number, and the classes in which he is entered. I wonder what other things I have done during the past ten days of stuffed-up-head that will need to be undone or redone. Sigh!
For those of you who have not yet experienced this variety of head cold/upper-respiratory blockage, I promise you would like to avoid it. Tomorrow will mark two weeks since I woke up with a slightly sore throat. I actually missed four days of work (I only do that for dog events), and have felt as if I were slogging through mud. My brain is sluggish, my joints ache, my voice is all cracked. I expect stock prices for facial tissue makers have skyrocketed. I am more convinced than ever that I need a private jet so I might avoid full flights and recirculated air.
Things will be better tomorrow though because Adrienne is delivering my Girl Scout Cookies. Everyone knows they cure all.