I -am- alive...
It's just hard to tell.
Hours of indentured servitude to make up for the week of being snowed in; bizarre co-workers with even more bizarre plans for my life; a marginally sick cat (he caught a cold); a visit from my mother of all people... These are just a few of the things I've been fighting with these last couple of weeks.
Ganache is okay, he's taken all of his medication without much of a fuss and has stopped sneezing on me in the middle of the night, which is nice.
Mom wasn't thrilled to learn that I had been in town and hadn't called, or even bothered to write... So we spent her visit alternately doing 'family things' and listening to her martyr herself about my having to work. That was fun.
In fact, it was so much fun, I accepted an invitation from Garth to go see a motorcycle show after work.
Yes, I know.
And I think I want one. A motorcycle, not a Garth. But when he's out of the kitchen, he's not that creepy. I think he just takes some getting used to.
Eve-Marie came in on her day off so that I could meet her children. The youngest one had a cold and kept coughing, open-mouthed, all over everything. Now, I'm not usually all that germ-phobic, but they were in MY KITCHEN. You'd think she'd know better. (And I can't help but think that I brought those damn germs home to Ganache...)
Hmph. I keep reminding myself that all I have to do is save enough to move, that's all...
Hours of indentured servitude to make up for the week of being snowed in; bizarre co-workers with even more bizarre plans for my life; a marginally sick cat (he caught a cold); a visit from my mother of all people... These are just a few of the things I've been fighting with these last couple of weeks.
Ganache is okay, he's taken all of his medication without much of a fuss and has stopped sneezing on me in the middle of the night, which is nice.
Mom wasn't thrilled to learn that I had been in town and hadn't called, or even bothered to write... So we spent her visit alternately doing 'family things' and listening to her martyr herself about my having to work. That was fun.
In fact, it was so much fun, I accepted an invitation from Garth to go see a motorcycle show after work.
Yes, I know.
And I think I want one. A motorcycle, not a Garth. But when he's out of the kitchen, he's not that creepy. I think he just takes some getting used to.
Eve-Marie came in on her day off so that I could meet her children. The youngest one had a cold and kept coughing, open-mouthed, all over everything. Now, I'm not usually all that germ-phobic, but they were in MY KITCHEN. You'd think she'd know better. (And I can't help but think that I brought those damn germs home to Ganache...)
Hmph. I keep reminding myself that all I have to do is save enough to move, that's all...