Quest for Cognizance

So I have this old printer at work, which used to be mine, (Hewlett Packard DeskJet 722c). It's great printer and has lasted a VERY long time. This little post is a classic example of why it's still around.

Today I realized I almost never print in "normal" mode, but instead opt for the "draft" mode to save on ink and mula. (You know how some printers are just better at "draft" than others..?)

The realization came when I accidentally printed something off without changing the print options. A minor freak out was imminent due to just how crystal-clear and BLACK the print-out was. It's exactly like when you get a new pair of prescription glasses and suddently you can see all the little pebbles in the pavement.

The "draft" mode on this old printer was good enough for me to forget just how good a "normal" print-out should be.

Kudos to the 722c.

It 's that time of year at work where everyone's fuses get just a bit shorter due to the work load, the hot weather, and just about anything else of which can add to your everyday stress load.

Please wish me luck in putting out all the little fires that pop up, and for my head to not explode.

Or for that matter, me squarshing someone elses in the meantime...

First of all, please note the time of this post.

That said, let's work backwards in time from this point on...

~Just got to bed.
~Took a shower to erase a vomitrocious stank.
~Staked Abbey to the ground out back and proceeded to scrub said vomitrocious stank from her short, dense fur.
~Ran to Meijer to purchase hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, face mask and latex gloves.
~Googled how the hell to get vomitrocious skunk odor off your damned dog.
~Let the dogs in from their final pee-break of the night. I had to call Abbey fifteen times before she sauntered out from behind the big pine tree at the back of the yard. And BEHOLD... VOMITROCIOUS STANK!!!
~Arrived home from work at 11 P.M. (covering for an employee on a holiday weekend for the second night in a row.)

(Please admire the following photo in context with this post. No other insinuations please...)

We have come to find out, as many have, buying an old house comes with certain quirks, oddities, and shall we way "problems". Most of which you just learn to deal with unless you want to spend a crap-load of money - money you usually don't have when you need it.

Thanks to a 7-day forecast in the mid-nineties with a chance of thundershowers - and we all know in Michigan that means MUGGY- I spent at hour after work installing both of our window air conditioners upstairs. (Max's mom ordered the quiet one into the boy's room.)

In the summer our second story averages 5-10 degrees warmer than the main floor. In the winter 5-10 below.

Old houses rule...