I got a cold-brew coffee thing from that amazon program I’m part of.
I tell you what, the coffee is better than what I get at the store. Quite impressed. Turns out there’s a taste difference between cold brew and hot brew then iced. No more $1 iced coffee’s at mcdonalds for me.
Becoming a slightly happier thought, after an unhappier but not unexpected thought. The shelter told her this morning (or maybe yesterday and I didn’t learn until today) that when she returned him he would be put down.
Mad scrambling among her friends on social media. They found a couple, which had just lost their spitz, who would take him. That couple picked him up today, and he seemed comfortable with them. They like on a farm, probably a good environment. Dog had many good qualities, so we hope it works out.
But misleading. It’s a plug for Florida, and I’ve got to think about the Caribbean for a Happy Thought. Florida could approach happy if somehow I could dismiss the Political thoughts.
I’ll put this in Happy Thoughts, because that’s how it ended up, though I certainly cycled through The Seven Stages of Reservation Regret:
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In a bid to save $10 on a hotel booking, I booked a non-refundable reservation through agoda…except I somehow put in the wrong dates & realized it the moment after I hit [Submit]. Chatgpt helped me come up with this story line, which is all* true:
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*well, at least, mostly true
The Seven Stages of Reservation Regret
Denial: “No way this is happening. The spinner’s still spinning—I can stop this. Cancel button, don’t fail me now!”
Panic: “Wait, the transaction went through?! Why is there no Undo button for life decisions?!”
Bargaining: “Okay, I’ll cancel right away. Sure, I won’t get a refund, but maybe they’ll see reason if I call them later. Hotels love humanity, right?”
Anger: “How dare they stick me with this charge for a room I’ll never use! I’m disputing this charge. I will win this fight!”
A few weeks later…
Despair: “The credit card company sided with them. Of course, the fine print always wins. I’m never giving them another penny.”
A month or two later…
Shock & Awe: “Wait. What? A letter? Resolved in my favor?!” checks credit card account “The money is ACTUALLY back?!”
Acceptance (and Maybe a Little Hypocrisy): “Wow, I’m satisfied now. They’re not that bad. Maybe I would book with them again someday…after all, $10 is $10, and I’m a cheap actuary, after all”
ETA: The vet thinks 6 weeks is fine, and that looks like a big healthy dog so I imagine it’s fine at the vet’s 6 week interval. I donated blood about every 8 weeks this year.
Applied for my son’s passport on Election Day (not a coincidence). Got the email today that it’s being printed and sent back to us, should get it in another week. 3 weeks is not bad at all - did not request expedited service.