It's windy as hell in Portland today and one of our gigantic windows just nearly exploded on top of my head. Scared the life out of me. Not because I'm afraid of glass, but because I don't think I have workman's comp. Which got me thinking, when I crack Steve's head on the pavement at work and/or need some human resources, who do I turn to...Mike? Mona? Not likely. Us Mutts can barely telephone our lawyer, let alone deconstruct the nuances of a hundred page legal document. Until I get this figured out, gonna need to take it easy on my tender hammie.