Stranded in Iowa - Part 2

I got up nice and early this morning, after having a short rest at the hotel. I then came back to work, since I was scheduled at 7am. I come into work only to find out that the person who was suppose to work the late night shift had to go to the hospital and would not be in - guess who gets to work the shift now. I called Jana and told her that I had to work the shift, needless to say, this was another time I disappointed her. I feel like a jackass.
Despite being tired, at 15:00 (3pm) I will go to a room, sleep, come down to work at 23:00 (11pm) and try to find some time to eat in the middle. Come hell or high water (I've always wanted to type that) I'm heading home at 7am tomorrow. I need to see Jana and Fozzy, I would like to feel comfortable for a while, oh and be able to change clothes (I think I'm starting to smell funky despite a shower).
Last night I was afraid that I would have trouble waking up, which was not the case, so I set three different alarms. Let me tell you, they all work well enough to wake me up on their own. I used the room alarm clock, my cell phone, and the laptop.

Stranded in Iowa

I got off work about 21:00 (9:00pm), and attempted to head home. Regrettably the weather is not so good here, and I was not able to make it. I would drive for just a bit, and the window would completely ice up. I was able to get a room at the hotel next door, so that I don't have to chance a drive home - too bad it has the added benifit that I don't have to worry about getting to work tomorrow.
I can tell that Jana is disappointed, I know I am. I'm going to miss Jana and Fozzy tonight.
Well, I guess I will study my Esperanto, then head to bed. I have to be up early to get to work - woohoo, extra woo.

Vet trip

Guess what today was... nope, that wasn't it. Today was the day Jana and I had to take poor Fozzy to the vet. It all started when we had to get him into his travel kennel. Needless to say, Fozzy wasn't too happy with that, he whined from the moment he got in the kennel, till about halfway to the vet - about 15 minutes. The actual appointment didn't go to bed, when I took him out of the kennel to get him weighed (13 and some odd pounds) he put himself as close against me as possible. Then when we got into the exam room, he deiced that hiding under the bench would be the best course of action.
The vet was very good with him, and he behaved (except for when they were getting the facial sample). The vet said he has a clean bill of health - go Fozzy go.
We then had to wait for Bev to get off work so that she could come see Fozzy. While we were waiting for her, a little dog came in. Once Fozzy heard that dog, he thought the far corner of the kennel would be the best place for him. By the way, the dog weighed less the Fozzy - by a pound.
Once Jana opened the front door, Fozzy started to whine, he knew he was home and wanted out of that kennel right then. After a couple minutes of getting used to being back home, he got some treat. Now he's bathing - his little rear end seems to be a popular place to lick.