1. When I got to work I found out that the store had gone to Stage 2. This means customers can only enter through the main entrance and they have to exit at the cash registers. Only so many customers are allowed in the store at one time. Ropes have been set up to funnel them into the building. Of course, this did not stop the dumbshits, like the gentleman who threw a shit fit because he could use the garden entrance. He had parked down by garden so he wouldn't have to push his cart of mulch so far. And then there was the middle aged woman who spent at least 25 minutes perusing flooring samples, picking them up and putting them back. Until this effects them personally, they are not going to care... and you can bet they're going to whine like hell when they get sick.
2. I got home from work to discover the dogs had eaten the 2nd load of Italian bread I had baked. Yep, those sneaky buggers pulled it from the kitchen table and had a chow down picnic in the writing room and. Crumbs all over the floor and on the sofa. I didn't yell at them because I shouldn't have left it lying there, and they are dogs. The only downside was all those little yeasty things in the bread gave them gas... really, really bad gas. The kind that brings tears to your eyes. I will never, ever leave bread where they can get it... ever again.