The job at the magic shop is going well. I've just been reveling in all the magic stuff, but not in an addict-y kind of way. I'm just so happy because this is something I know. I understand what everything means. My boss seemed kind of surprised that I know about this stuff. Of course, I couldn't elaborate on just how much I know. He doesn't need to know that I used magic to nearly destroy the world or to help save it. Big no to that.
Everything else in my life seems to be going well also. The puppy is still the cutest thing ever. He hasn't ruined anymore shoes, so that's a plus.
I am concerned about
Buffy, though. She had to go to San Francisco to attend a funeral for a friend of hers. It's always hard to say goodbye to someone you care about. I started thinking about Tara. I wish I could visit her grave site, but... yeah. Anyway, I know Buffy will be okay. She's strong.