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Sunday, August 8, 2004

Sunday has never been my favorite day, being so close to Monday and all. Today was such a big dud that my major accomplishment was making a to-do list for the rest of the week. It's the same list I make every week (pay bills, write payroll, do cost reports), with a few extra items to make this week unique.

Get fingerprinted, for example. I opened the Saturday mail today, and there was a form from Julie asking me to get something called a "live scan." The only reason I know it has something to do with fingerprinting is that with the form she sent a list of agencies, one of which has the words "Fingerprinting Service" in its name. This is for the liquor license for the Kennel.

The place she highlighted is in Santa Rosa, but on a street I've never heard of. The other places on the list are probably closer to me anyway. They're the police departments in Rohnert Park and Sebastopol. I really live closer to those two towns than to most of Santa Rosa, which spreads out in the opposite direction.

As you can probably guess, I hate this in so many way. First of all, I have to make a cold call to get an appointment. After I manage to talk myself into doing that, I then have to present myself for scrutiny by people I don't know. It's probably just as well that I didn't know about this earlier, because I would have already started worrying. I can feel my stomach tightening just writing about it here.

18 July 2004

View from a moving houseboat (looking out the back door).

I'll do it, because I have to. But I won't do it tomorrow. There's no way I can work myself up to something like this without a little prodding. Julie will have to call and ask me if I got the form. Someone will have to tell me how important it is, and convince me that it's no big deal. I need to be coaxed to do anything that doesn't fall under my roster of usual tasks. It's definitely at the bottom of my to-do list.

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