It’s Saturday, and I’ll be sequestered in my basement cave while the weekly Raging Grannies meeting takes place upstairs.  We’re apparently the de facto headquarters, and Siggy is persona non grata amongst them, for some reason.  And where my dog isn’t welcome, well, damnit, neither am I.  Besides, all the shit that I had so much extra time to do thanks to the holiday still needs to get done.  Have a good one.