The depressing pall over my house is starting to lift. Things were pretty miserable between the sadness of losing the dog and getting stir-crazy from being stuck in the house during several weeks straight of sub-zero (or close to it) temperatures.
The two little 10lb dogs couldn’t be walked in that weather, in fact they could barely go outside. We forgave several “transgressions” because, as Mel put it, “How would you like to have to go outside naked to relieve yourself right now?” I could see her point. We really had to hustle the dogs out, scream at them to “go pee” and “hurry up” before they’d be holding up their little feet in pain.
I swear if the dogs were any taller you probably could have seen the stream freeze before it hit the ground.
Anyway, the weather has been a bit better… it warmed up enough yesterday to produce some freezing rain. Mel has been begging to go visit my mom in Florida.
Work has been kicking my ass. I’ve been putting in a lot of extra hours and don’t expect any relief until the 17th. I’m already planning to work most of this weekend. It’s a hell of a lot of work, preparing to launch a completely re-written website with a new design and imagery. My timeline had already slipped a bit — because of various reasons, not the least of which is that things always take longer than you think they will.
So, last week my boss and some other folks for pushing for a firm date. I looked at the calendar and snapped “Friday. The 13th.” before I had time to think about being suspicious.
Ooops. I’ll probably meet the 13th, but if not… as long as it’s sometime that weekend (and it’s a three day weeked because of some dead presidents) then I’ll be fine.
I should be back to semi-regularly scheduled blogging after that. (Smooches to my faithful readers who are still with me.)
Back to the salt mine.