not an especially good day

Monday was a Monday, which can be rough anyway.

It was the Monday after the wonderful but too short weekend in Chicago.

A series of unhappy events:
1. When I picked up the dogs, I was informed Jackson had snarled and nipped at a new employee there. The receptionist from whom I collected the dogs kept say, we sure don't want to tell you that you can't bring him anymore... the subtext being, if this happens again, you can't bring him anymore. This is bad, bad news, as we are nearly out of options for Jackson when we *must* travel, and with my mom moving in, we can't have this untrustworthy behavior.

2. I got a call from the Lopez building receptionist. The MYT inventory trash, that had to be moved out before Sept. 1, was laying all around the overflowing dumpster and the dumpster hadn't been picked up.

3. When I talked to my mom, her update was worrisome: she feels she's getting worse, weaker.

Not an especially good day.