Home Sick
I've been in and out of the office all week. Left halfway through the day on Monday, out Tuesday, back Wednesday, out again today. We'll just say that it is difficult, nay, impossible, to adequately do one's job when one is actively and intently working hard not to shit one's pants. So I am home today.
The house is a wreck. Except that actually it isn't. It's mostly put away. The things that aren't put away yet are the things that weren't put away upstairs either, which means I have to actually go through them all and find real places for the things that never fit anywhere. The idea is daunting enough without stomach problems.
The animals are dealing well. Olive has had the hardest time with the move. We think that perhaps her surrender was subsequent to a move, so she's been really really freaked out. She shit all over the (old) couch while I was sitting on it right before we moved, and since we are actually downstairs now, she has taken to hiding under tables and beds and not coming when she is called. It's getting better. This morning, she seems to be much better than she has been for the last week or so. We shall see.
I'm going to make something innocuous and bland to eat in a little bit (oatmeal?) and watch movies with my puppies all day.
And now, here's a little something to help you forget about me shitting my pants at work.
The house is a wreck. Except that actually it isn't. It's mostly put away. The things that aren't put away yet are the things that weren't put away upstairs either, which means I have to actually go through them all and find real places for the things that never fit anywhere. The idea is daunting enough without stomach problems.
The animals are dealing well. Olive has had the hardest time with the move. We think that perhaps her surrender was subsequent to a move, so she's been really really freaked out. She shit all over the (old) couch while I was sitting on it right before we moved, and since we are actually downstairs now, she has taken to hiding under tables and beds and not coming when she is called. It's getting better. This morning, she seems to be much better than she has been for the last week or so. We shall see.
I'm going to make something innocuous and bland to eat in a little bit (oatmeal?) and watch movies with my puppies all day.
And now, here's a little something to help you forget about me shitting my pants at work.
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