I’m doing better tonight, but I woke up with a serious sore throat this morning, and serious sinus drainage to boot. At first I thought allergies were the cause of both, but later on I wasn’t so sure. I remembered that last night I got something caught in my throat and couldn’t stop coughing and hacking for nearly half an hour. I think I might have bruised or scratched something in there, and that’s where the irritation came from.

It was Yogurt Burst Cheerios, by the way. I know I shouldn’t have been eating such a thing late at night, but I had a craving. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a craving for Yogurt Burst Cheerios! (Possibly not, since I don’t think they even existed until a few months ago.) Anyway, if you’re at all judgmental, you probably think I deserved to choke on them, glutton that I am. But I was all out of celery sticks.

So this morning I took a decongestant and a pain reliever and then tried to do payroll and kennel billings and all the other things that came up. It was no picnic, but I got through it (ants and all). Near the end of the day, when I thought I might be able to sit back and put my feet up, Julie phoned with a request for me to go on line and print a copy of the Boss’s credit report, because they’re trying to work out a loan to expand the kennel.

So with great consternation I gave up on my afternoon and did that. I had to have his credit card number, because I don’t have a company credit card, and his social security number, which I knew because I write his paychecks, and a secret question that only he would know. That I made up, but I didn’t have to make up his mother’s maiden name, because I knew that, too.

It turns out he doesn’t have a very good credit rating, but it appears that’s mostly because he has so much of it that nobody wants to give him more. There was one negative factor, which he could probably blame me for. It seems we missed a payment earlier this year on one of the company trucks that happens to be in his name.

I know I mailed the payment, so I had written a letter to the bank and told them to look around for it, because either the post office lost it or they did. I guess they didn’t care for my attitude, because they flagged the Boss’s credit, and it’s too soon to get it wiped off. I did end up stopping payment and sending them a replacement check, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.

But I ought to know by now that banks will screw you every chance they get, so I shouldn’t be surprised if a long history of on-time payments gets washed away by one mistake. That’s the way the world works. I don’t know if it’ll keep him from getting the financing he’s after, but it kept me from getting the nap I needed.

The sore throat kind of lingered all day, but it gradually got better. I’ve been having these sneezing fits lately that have made my head feel as if it were exploding, and part of the consequence of that is that I get so mad I yell until I’m hoarse. That probably isn’t very good for my throat, either.