Upbeat

I just discovered that the dog peed all over the sunroom floor. 

But then as I took the bucket of water outside to dump, I discovered my son's suitcase sitting on the back porch.

(We learned last night that it had taken a shortcut to Chicago, thanks to the Brits.  OK, fine; I'll be in Chicago at the end of September.  But I suspected that the suitcase wouldn't stay there.  It seems to like to travel.)

Now there is just the most horrific rash all over his hands to deal with -- he's guessing it's a reaction to some Spanish seafood dish.  (And no, Lisa, I'm not blaming the Spanish --or the English --  the same thing happened to him years ago via an IRISH seafood dish in ANNAPOLIS.)

I'm blaming the squid or scallops.

But anyway, I caught the dermatologist the day before he goes on vacation, so I'm not complaining yet.