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Rainy Saturday Babble
October 8th, 2005 02:50 pmTo make up for almost no rain during the month of September, it is now raining like the demons. A good day to stay inside & do stuff & think & whatever. There's venison stew cooking in the crockpot so the house smells yummy.
It's also a good day to curl up on the couch & watch a movie... which I did. "Radio" with Cuba Gooding Jr. & Ed Harris proved to be a really nice film.
The house is empty... if empty is me & Cricket & 2 ferrets & a puppy with no name (still!). The ex is not here, so it feels quiet & empty. He's helping his brother with his house (a fixer-upper). I was supposed to go but we had one of those stupid fights about something stupid, so I stayed home. Time apart is good for us sometimes.
My job is still insane. I cried "uncle" to my boss yesterday & let her know that I cannot keep up this pace any longer & that I have reached "critical mass". On Monday, I will hand off 2 clients (with a total of 9 projects) so I hope sanity comes to visit me soon. Feeling stressed out all the time is taking its toll & I know it drives the ex nuts.
It seems that I had murdered a HUGE toad when backing out of the garage on my way to work. Apparently there were toad guts everywhere. The ex had the whole sordid mess cleaned up by the time I got home. I don't think of myself as a girlie-girl, but toad gore spewed in my garage is a hard limit.
It's also a good day to curl up on the couch & watch a movie... which I did. "Radio" with Cuba Gooding Jr. & Ed Harris proved to be a really nice film.
The house is empty... if empty is me & Cricket & 2 ferrets & a puppy with no name (still!). The ex is not here, so it feels quiet & empty. He's helping his brother with his house (a fixer-upper). I was supposed to go but we had one of those stupid fights about something stupid, so I stayed home. Time apart is good for us sometimes.
My job is still insane. I cried "uncle" to my boss yesterday & let her know that I cannot keep up this pace any longer & that I have reached "critical mass". On Monday, I will hand off 2 clients (with a total of 9 projects) so I hope sanity comes to visit me soon. Feeling stressed out all the time is taking its toll & I know it drives the ex nuts.
It seems that I had murdered a HUGE toad when backing out of the garage on my way to work. Apparently there were toad guts everywhere. The ex had the whole sordid mess cleaned up by the time I got home. I don't think of myself as a girlie-girl, but toad gore spewed in my garage is a hard limit.
