Cold, overcast, and rainy. Waking up to that, lost in your blankets with your loyal Boxer puppy curled up into you makes it worth the shitty weather. Good lad *pets Thane on the head*.
This is the second day in a row of work being painfully slow. I was sent home since there are no dogs to groom, which, if it were busy, would have made me prance about like a “one lord a’ leapin” (ignore that immediately) but it’s just dead, period. This damn recession has slowed work to a jaw dropping and then laugh-because-you-can’t-believe-it level. I want my big paychecks back. $600 every 4 days? Yes, please. I miss those days.
It’s humbling to struggle, but it also gives you perspective of how much worse it could be–or better. I have a nice apartment and don’t have to pay for heat or hot water; in New England that is like having Christmas for the entire winter. I can still at least afford food for myself and Thane (he eats better than I do with his basted chicken, avocado, pomegranate, sweet potato, and Total-cereal-mixed-in dinners) and pay my bills. It reminds me of my early adulthood when I wasn’t able to afford food regularly. The strain I must have put on ma & dad’s finances…..and my body, lol. I would rather not revisit those days again. Thank god for the resiliency of youth. And for Sedona, AZ for that matter. Oh Sedona….