Doing Something

Late yesterday evening, back in the office after the Vice-Boss's Discussions With Artists Series (at which she showed too much leg and dropped names), receive second phone call from Dave who says that he has someobody new he'd like to introduce me to. Do not like the sound of that and say so snappishly, add, I Hate meeting new people (put in terrible mood by event, but shouldn't take out on Dave and should apologize, but don't. Question: Why do we prevent ourselves from doing the things we know we should do?). Dave does not take up invitation to squabble and says he will see me soon. This makes angrier. On way to Dave's am nearly run down by bicycle delivery man going the wrong way down a one way street, in deli drop bottle of mineral water which on impact explodes into thousands of pieces of green glass and causing one elderly woman to scream and another to say in a hard-bitten tone, It happens to all of us. Arrive at Dave's in worse mood than before. Open door with own key. Dave on couch holding Beagle. Says, Her name is Jenny. She was rescued from New Orleans. Jenny not a young gal, right paw is bandaged. Has extremely endearing and heartbreaking limp which is exhibited when she makes her way across the room to greet me. Discover she has very deep and intelligent eyes. Fall in love instantly, evaporating bad mood.