End-of-week, out-of-steam, stream of consciousness

Busy week, hardly any blogging. Forcing self to sit and spew onto this blank page.

Drove to Maryland and back—7 hours each way through rural rolling hills with my new right-hand woman at work. Very good training, but draining. Weighty (WAIT-y) topic: S-E-X. Found out a few morsels of modern morality I’d rather not know. Duty trumps naivete.

Speaking of work, I’m promoted—“in charge” now! Watch out—Grace takes over the world! Just joking, of course. But wouldn’t it be great if Grace did take over the world?! Oh, wait—it did!! Hallelujah!!

The mice are away,* the cat still stays. He’s homeless—rejected by original owners. For now, I foster. Do I hear a “Here, kitty, kitty…” Anyone? Anyone? (Bueller? Bueller?)

My magazine contemplates completion. (“I’m Waiting!!!!!”) When I finish, I’ll see 10 stress pounds melt from my frame. Sounds good. Gonna get on that.



*I don’t know what mice.