Not much of anything.

So we’re into the next phase of transition. I think, as a working title, I will call this phase the “I’m flat broke with no more unemployment benefits and totally dependent upon the good will of others” stage of my life. I expect this to be neither comfortable nor pretty. There are no large animal…

The third straight day of rain … I suppose it’s needed since this has been one of our driest springs on record, but the grey days are just playing into my mood. The Professor is teaching a night class for the first half of the summer. It’s Tuesdays and Thursdays, until 10:30. I’ve been chiding…

I didn’t get a chance to really complete my last entry. There’s so much I have to do tonight, I don’t know how to begin. I need to pay the bills up to date, take care of the rent, get instructions on cat care taken care of for the Sisters, get sloppy joe mix made…

Another day, another withholding for Uncle Sam. Thank heavens I have to go get my stomach scoped tomorrow. I’m not sure I’d make it through another day at work. I wish there’d been some way to ease into things, but having tomorrow off helps, I guess. One nice thing did happen. I got a call…

Why do I do this to myself? This quiz says absolutely nothing about your personality. Take it! Things are slowly returning to Eastern Standard Time for me. The cats aren’t quite back to normal yet, but then anybody who has read my journal for more than three entries knows that the cats have never been…

I do believe that my little grey cat-from-hell has forgiven me for abandoning her for two whole weeks. She has deigned to again regard my lap as a kitty-bed, and is even now taking her mid-morning siesta in the comfort of my discomforted legs. No matter. I’m sure feeling will return to them sometime later…