As I got in the door, I got a phone call from the vet informing me that the dog had not eaten enough chocolate to do herself any real lasting harm, beyond a bit of gastric upset. So could I please come get her and by the way, they'd removed her stitches from her surgery and no, don't worry, there's no charge. That was nice, the whole no charge + healthy dog thing. That helped. I do love the folks at Center Sinai Animal Hospital. They are nice people and on any given day, you can find them taking care of various rescue animals and foster dogs, in addition to the paying customers. My kind of folks.
So then I walked back to the gas station with some cash I borrowed from my houseguest, then drove said houseguest to LAX via
Can I have a do over tomorrow?
I realized why I'm being so totally OCD about the sock swap. I think it has something to do about knitting for another knitter - stuff I'd normally just blow off in something for myself, I'm unwilling to let go for someone else. I want them to be as perfect as possible. I mean, gosh, we're swapping art and time and energy here, you know? I guess that the by product of this is that I'm going to be a better knitter and more mindful of the small stuff, and that's never a bad thing.