It's been a hectic week so far. A phone interview every day so far, Lots of errands and chores. My place smells like Smokey's pee, but my new fancy schmansy steam cleaner will be here today, along with some other stuff like my new video card and even a little something for myself from eBay. The UPS guy and mail carriers already know me.
Spot is doing good on her anxiety meds. I've woke up a couple times to find her on my bed, trying to steal the blankets. And she doesn't seem as fearful. I was thinking of taking her for a walk in the local park just to start.
I'm starting to think Smokey might be incontinent. He is 11 years old. Right when Spot stops having accidents, Smokey starts. His right eye is also getting worse, so he's next to the doggy doctor. I do know that he's had injuries to both eyes fighting with his mortal enemy, Lenny, several years ago. So, they had told me to expect something like this.
All things considered, life is good. It's still hard to decide between taking a full time job or just getting more clients and staying self employed, but you miss 100% of the shots you don't take, so I've been putting some resumes out there.