Meet the new life, same as the old life
I've gone back to being a temp. The "sad" thing is that this temp job pays infinitely better than my permanent job, although I traded more money and a better commute for no benefits. If I really wanted to, I might be able to swing my own private health insurance, but it might be too little too late at this point (might be having eye surgery in the next couple of months), and I'll just grin and bear it until something permanent works out.
Joe & I have "officially" moved in (as in, we're both legally registered together on a lease). So far, so good. The distinct lack of bloodshed seems to imply a level of successful domestic cooperation. I've also been working tirelessly to purge myself of uneeded/unused items that have been following me around since I moved out here. I'm enjoying looking around and realizing that when we move again (because there will be moving, as Joe has recently decided that it's time for him to buy a condo), it will be much less painful.
Now to throw something huge into the mix: A Dog.
Acceptable size, training requirements, and canine responsibilities have been worked out. Now all that's left is for me to finish unpacking/donating my things to clear the main living space, and send in some applications to local rescues and shelters. We won't be going with a puppy, as older dogs from rescues generally have obedience basics down and have passed the "puppy chew everything" phase. There are too many cords around here for that. I can clump them together so the dog can't strangle itself, but there's no way to get rid of them entirely.
Puppy!!!!! :) :) :)
Joe & I have "officially" moved in (as in, we're both legally registered together on a lease). So far, so good. The distinct lack of bloodshed seems to imply a level of successful domestic cooperation. I've also been working tirelessly to purge myself of uneeded/unused items that have been following me around since I moved out here. I'm enjoying looking around and realizing that when we move again (because there will be moving, as Joe has recently decided that it's time for him to buy a condo), it will be much less painful.
Now to throw something huge into the mix: A Dog.
Acceptable size, training requirements, and canine responsibilities have been worked out. Now all that's left is for me to finish unpacking/donating my things to clear the main living space, and send in some applications to local rescues and shelters. We won't be going with a puppy, as older dogs from rescues generally have obedience basics down and have passed the "puppy chew everything" phase. There are too many cords around here for that. I can clump them together so the dog can't strangle itself, but there's no way to get rid of them entirely.
Puppy!!!!! :) :) :)