Jun 09, 2008 00:08
...an air conditioner. Actually, two of them!
And by persuasion I guess I mean incessant moaning and fussing unconsciously in my sleep. The first 90 degree day, Mike set up three large fans in the living room and we each took a side of the sectional. I don't recall making such a racket, but I do know that I had to take a cold shower at 3 a.m. to reset my body temperature. I kept wondering how long he'd keep up his ridiculous charade of denying our comfort to sleep in the living room with 3 ancient fans.
He called me at work the next day and said we'd be going off to buy one for the living room and one for the bedroom as soon as I got home.
It's so much more pleasant in here! I can't sleep though.
Unrelated to the temperature in here... my new boss starts tomorrow and I'm anxious about her first impression of me. That, and whether I like her or not, I hope I won't be there for long. I finished an application earlier to become a professional dog groomer. I am full of energy and excitement. I am so proud of myself for taking the step to apply and for getting over my fears of being happy. I feel so silly for being so excited about cutting clumps of hair off of dogs butts. But I love being around animals (hell, I have 11 of my own) and most professions dealing with animals are pretty tragic. Besides, if it's where my heart is, I should just go for it.
I'm going to try out this whole "do what you love and the money will come" deal.
Somebody tell me to shut up and go to bed.
work,
mike