From over the cubicle wall: "When I was in the service, if you tested my blood type, it would have been Red Bull."

Get ready for some impactful synergy, Consuela!

Tell her to make her own damn report if what you give doesn't work.

That's where we were last week, but not, it seems, today. I need a Peggy Olson "Oh, you think you're helping" gif, I think.

I know I shared the trials of Jack, the rescue dog here. In the last month something has changed and he has settled somewhat. He is unsure of new people in the house and he will bark aggressively at first, but then if they ignore him, he chills out. He still doesn't know what to do with someone new who is either afraid of him or tries to get in his space before he is ready and that results in him still being more on the aggressive side.

But he has been great with the fence construction people. He is full on asleep right now even though there are 3 people in my backyard with power tools. K-Bug has had a friend with his kids in the house and, while he stays on alert, he has been fine.

This is huge progress over 6 months ago.

Yay, Jack!

The cables under my desk are a mess. I want to forget about actual work and just fix all that, which probably would mean rearranging the top of my desk as well (why is the phone on the left side of my desk when I am right-handed? No reason at all, apparently, the cable stretches over from the right side). Stupid actual job responsibilities.

I'm way angrier about this than I need to be, but it's just so dismissive of the work I've put in.

I have those feels as well.

One thing I recall about Boise: low humidity. I'm about to move there right now. We've got 85% humidity here right now and my lungs feel like a swamp. Humidity is the whole reason I can't handle heat over about 72 degrees F; in low humidity I'm fine in the heat.

Man, why do I still live here. Except for my sister being here, and the difficulty of transporting three cats across the country, and my BFF is within driving distance, and I bought a house here... Shoot.

Low humidity is the only way I can survive the 90-100 degree summers. I don't how people survive in the deep south. Pennsylvania in the summer is unliveable for me anymore.

Sorry about the work tsuris everyone

I am working from home since the car is in the shop, and I had to go by my daughter's school. Which was, it turns out, on lock down when I came by. Somehow I got inside anyway? Mischief managed.

Not very noteworthy unless you know that he did all this wearing his monkey onesie. He is not right in the head.

This makes me so happy, and it is guaranteed to make my girl overjoyed. She loves her onesies.

One summer, after spending a week in the PNW breathing, I got home and walked out of the Richmond VA airport, at night mind you, into air that felt like a hot wet wool blanket, and I almost cried.

I got home and walked out of the Richmond VA airport, at night mind you, into air that felt like a hot wet wool blanket, and I almost cried.

I thought I knew humidity (the Ohio River Valley is a freaking SWAMP in the summer), until I went to NOLA in August. We (all of us from Cincinnati) opened the car doors and said, in unison, "Holy SHIT."