What my evening was gonna be about...

I worked late. The sky was clear. Tonight was supposed to be about checking out an episode of the office and then maybe digging out my telescope and playing with technology. I fixed the battery connector this weekend so I could actually use the tracking mount.

That was the plan. Unfortunately just like the plans of mice (Mr. Izzard points out that mice do not in fact plan very much except when it relates to cheese. Digression)

Instead I ended up cleaning up my carpet and giving my dog (the smart one) an ad hoc bath on the deck. I'm sure it was more unpleasant for him than it was me, but I really did not plan on dealing with amount of mess tonight.

Hell I got carry out so there would be no dishes...