Holy &*%$! It’s the Middle of December Already!
Where does the time go?
Work has been interesting, and part of it, at least, is something I can talk about. Employee A just went on maternity leave, so we had to play a little game of musical chairs in which Employee B moved to Employee A’s spot, and Employee C will move into Employee B’s spot ASAP, which I hope will be today. It was supposed to be yesterday, but Employee C had one last task to wrap up. Employee D has been out sick for a few days, and Employee E, who will be joining the team full-time next week (he’s been pitching in over here as time allows) has been told in no uncerain terms that he is not allowed to get either sick or pregnant until February at the absolute earliest. Employees G & F are winding up their current gigs, and will be joining the rest of us after the first of the year, so part of what’s got me going in circles is trying to manage all the transitions. What with one thing and another I feel as though it’s been all transition and no groove since October. Consequently, my last brain cell usually calls it a day by 4:00, which is why I haven’t been blogging much. OK, at all.
I have been writing, though—and although it probably surprises only me, it’s another holiday-themed piece (”Seasonal Depression”) that seems to want to be a one-act play. I was inspired when I got to see my short piece (the title is nearly as long as the script—”Thanksgiving and New Year’s Sue Christmas for Trespassing and Alienation of Affection”) performed at the Phoenix Theatre a couple of weeks ago. It’s something of a novelty forme to have one of the most conservative pieces in the show. Anyway, if you’re local, head on over and take in the show. It’s worth it if only for the “Tacobel Canon” and the Matrix ping-pong skits (neither of which I wrote).
Other than that, things have been going well. Minx’s health has improved considerably since he started getting his insulin, and he had a checkup yesterday, so we’ll know whether to adjust his dosage. Thank goodness he’s started getting used to the shots; for a while, I couldn’t give him one without bending the needle on account of trying to hold him down with one hand while pushing the plunger with the other. Magnus gets every larger, diluting his limited brainpower across more and more mass. The scruffy, scrawny little kitten I brought home is now a definitive fat cat, with glossy, seal-gray-striped fur.
So all in all, life is good. Housemate has finished up his class and independent study, and has a couple of weeks off before bar prep class starts. He’s been engaging in a great deal of baking therapy, necessitating more trips to the gym on my part. (Raised cinnamon rolls…mmmmm!!! Egg bread…mmmmm!!!) The cats are happy, and me…well, at least I’m not bored.
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