This morning, I got Grasshopper up a little early so that he can put in more time on homework.  Yesterday was kind of a C-F so I figure it would be good to spend a little extra time on homework.  He had everything that was due today done, but still some projects due Friday that needed to advance.

Today he has an audition for Orchestra, as well.  I just realized that he forgot the music he was supposed to bring.  Grump.

I get the kids through some more homework, get them to put their stuff in their backpacks and get them off to school.

I sit down to work on editing Rocky's latest e-book.  Jay is laying down under my desk, contentedly nibbling away on one of his dog toys.  I've got a stack of papers that need to be filled out sitting next the the laptop waiting for me to need a break from scanning pages of technical gobbeldy gook on the screen looking for mispelled words, misplaced commas, akwardly phrased sentences, formatting inconsistancies, etc. (now maybe you know why I don't proof-read my blog.  I've already done more than enough proof-reading.)

Suddenly, Jay leaps up and starts jumping around under my "desk"...which is actually just a light plastic craft table.  Because that's the way I like it...small, portable, durable, and repurposable.

It's like he's been hit with a cattle prod.  My computer, coffee cup, papers and PDA go flying every which way.  The coffee cup ricochets into the laundry room and shatters on the concrete floor.  I've got coffee on my carpet, the wall, my papers, PDA, and in my keyboard.

A half-an-hour of clean-up later, and I still haven't figured out what the heck set the dog off, but he hasn't come back into my office since.  He keeps licking one of his back feet, but I can't see anything wrong with it.  Other than that, he seems fine, though subdued.