(title inspired by Kat's recent post about Classic Rock)
Ruby's clearly taking her eviction much better than I am. The medication that I give her zonks her out, and I give it to her right before bedtime. She stares up at me with glassy, slow-motion eyes and says "Whoa mom. Have you always been paisley?"
I didn't hear a peep out of her all night. She did sleep huddled up against the bedroom door, though. Dim almost tripped over her this morning.
I am in the midst of a month-long vacation from work, which I am enjoying mightily. I fill my days with Dick Van Dyke, errands, cooking, and catching up on reading. (I'm rereading The Da Vici Code and I'm reading Morgan Spurlock's Don't Eat This Book. It's an odd combination of books. I'm a little consipracy-theoried out, but the tin foil helmet seems to be filtering most of it out.)
Today's plans include an outing to the post office (ooooooooo) and the grocery store (ooooooooo), but no work (HOOOOOOOOOOOOORAY!)
Posted by Jen at June 15, 2005 10:57 AM