it's so nice to be at my parent's house sometimes. i'm sitting in front of a fire place, drinking cocoa, eating a muffin, and jimmy is at my feet. nip & i talked the other week about how sometimes, when things aren't going so well, we consider moving back in with our parents because it seems like it'd be so easy. i mean, working part time, not paying for rent or groceries, etc. and then we snap out of it and realize there's a reason we live on our own and it's so satisfying to come home to a place that you created all on your own (or with seven other people) and realize that you have earned everything that is yours.
over all, i'm feeling well. i have this next week off because i work at a school (or so they say). although it isn't a paid vacation, it's been over a year since i have had any time off. brian's staying with me for the week and i am determined to make this week great. we both deserve it, him with his school work and teaching, and me with my fulltime work.
my job is ridiculous and wonderful. i'm now working at
dog day afternoons, a doggie daycare center in the city. there can be anywhere from forty to sixty dogs a day, running around a huge room or the playing in the fenced in area outdoors. i've working in nursing homes and with the mentally ill, and i must say--this is the most rewarding job i've had so far.
i stole this from libby's journal, but brian really needs to see it