Go, Calli!

I don't understand soccer. I can read a little Spanish, but can only follow simple Spanish spoken slowly. I can only get the Spanish language version of the USA-Belgium game. And yet I have it on.

Yep. It's for a job in Minneapolis. Since I'm on my 9th 90+F day in the past 10, it sounds like heaven.

Fingers crossed, Calli! Though I will note that it routinely gets up to 90+F with 90% humidity in July & August in the MSP. It doesn't last all that long, though.

Fingers crossed, Calli.

Thanks, y'all. I can live with a 90F day. I just don't want to live with a series of them.

My cats are stoned. Loki more than Pumpkin.

I'm glad there wasn't anything more complex than a lost tooth to deal with sarameg.

Timelies all!

Nova is fairly easy to get into the carrier(she likes being held, so I can scoop her up), but meows all the way to the vet, and all the way back. Luna leads us a merry chase around the house, but is quiet once in the carrier.

I want to take tomorrow off, just because. And read, and futz around in my study, and maybe take some stuff to the thrift store (and a bunch of other household stuff that I should do but don't wanna). But I had a week off a month ago. I chatted with the department head at lunch about Hubby, so he won't begrudge me a day, and it's slowing down nicely before the 4th. But the Puritans in my head are frowning at me.

I think I'm talking myself into it. I want to move slowly through a day without expectations. I was so hoping my vacation would fall after Hubby was in the hospital, so I could have a long spell to just breathe.

I am a fibbing fibber who fibs. Apparently the first hurricane of the season is visiting Florida and hte Carolinas, so there's expectation of a work surge. So I got leaned on a little to find out why I needed tomorrow off. So I blithely spun a tale of having to check with doctors offices before the holiday to make sure things were lined up. I told them I had to do things for Hubby while he was in the hospital. Me getting a break is a thing Hubby would want me to do.

Intern is forsaking us for a seasonal job that pays 17 and hour plus time and a half over forty hours and although she has no guarantee of winter work, it pays so much more than we could offer and there are no taxes taken out. If ED hadn't waffled on offering her a fulltime position, we'd have nabbed her up.

But for her sake, I'm glad. Her family is in Rhode Island, her boyfriend is in NH. Her free room and board will be retiring in six months (her step dad) and then she'd be stuck with paying off student loans and looking for an apartment in a ridiculously expensive part of NJ.

Transporting cats: I discovered the dangerous way (letting the cats roam loose in the car whilst driving because the crying was about to make me crash) that my girls do better squashed together in the same carrier. They eventually settled in together in the larger carrier (small dog sized), and so that's how we roll now. But vets I do one at a time so that the bill isn't quite so shocking all at once.