Intense anxiety dream early this morning.

In the dream I had to move my desk (at my last employer), and the new location had my back to the rest of the office, so all the foot traffic would be behind me, and every passer-by would be able to see what I was working on.

There were no power outlets or network ports, and after some time spent searching for them, someone came with a tool (like the one used to make holes in golf greens) to make a hole through the carpet and into the floor to find (install?) them. Then I didn't have the right cables, and tried (and tried and tried) to wire something together, which of course didn't work -- very frustrating.

There was conversation and color and sound, and when dealing with the floor and carpet there was texture and smell.

I woke up late, and very grumpy.

I wish I could be the sole feeder but I can't. M's mom keeps giving him people food and letting him eat cat treats as well as dog food and the dog treats.

I am going to try taking him for a walk and see how that goes ..and by walk I mean down a few houses and back. And sleep on a towel so it smells more like me and put it down for him to lay on

And try to ignore him. But it's hard because as much as I did not want another animal anytime soon he is cute. At least the way his ears stick out is really cute.

I should probably not be greedy and be happy Scrappy is coming around and being a sweet cat. He gets in M's lap all the time now to be petted and I can sit next to them and pet Scrappy.

One weird hangover, since I never worked on the site, is that I keep forgetting there's no Seamus(well, there might be, right, but we don't know him.) But, yeah, had to go through it again over some of the foreign-aid stories. Maybe it's because, well, I haven't met everyone here, and even fewer of the next generation...it's like he is still in my Friends and Family folder and not my Bollocks and Illusions folder. it's not that painful--just, you know, "oh, right." but it messes with my reality a little to this day.

M's mom keeps giving him people food and letting him eat cat treats as well as dog food and the dog treats.

If she's overfeeding him, then at least the walks will be good for him.

I had a nightmare last night that my dog Dallas (who died in my arms at the vet) had died by being swept out to sea. It was very detailed and cinematic with characters and sub-plots as dreams can sometimes be.

I woke up pretty rattled and lay in bed reminding myself how she really died. Crazy. If this is a new anxiety dream (which appear on repeat)? Do. not. like.

Warwick was utterly unmotivated by food when I got him (he was anorexic for a good while). He didn't like toys. He didn't like walks. (still not big into either). He didn't want to be touched (well that's cured). It was a lot of "Good boy! Oh what a good boy!" when he did anything the least bit encouragable (as opposed to, I suppose, incorrigible) for a long time.

I think I missed how the dog came to be part of the household. Isn’t his mom quite sick and the house quite full?

Hmm, I had weird international travel mishaps nightmares last night. But also feel like I slept decently well? Who knows. It may be affected by the fact that I had my morning coffee, and then my friend came to get my dog and gave me a Vietnamese iced coffee. …that’s a lot of caffeine.

Also, I am very annoyed to be hitting some perimenopause bullshit.

my last period was almost 3 weeks late, which was weird, as they’ve been pretty regular within a few days. But thst was only 2 weeks ago and now I have it AGAIN? this is dumb.

Adding a Chihuahua to a house full of people who are quitting smoking seems like asking for trouble. But I really hope he adjusts and comes around to you quickly askye.

Perimenopause does suck. In fact, I’m still convinced that whoever designed these human bodies was on crack or something, definitely needed to take a little bit more time to get the flaws out.

I went to the doctor today and got all the drugs. Hopefully, I’ll be feeling better by Monday, when my sister arrives. This cough does not want to go away.

Chihuahuas are pretty well known for being one-person dogs and disliking everyone else, aren't they? You'd think a pet with all the wilderness survival capability of a Guinea pig might be motivated to curry favor with as many potential providers and protectors as possible.