I’m embroiled in a some annoying work stuff that’s taking up all my time. I feel officially middle-aged now — I have a job I’m beginning to hate that I can’t afford to quit.
Blogging will continue to be quiet as next week I’ll be in San Jose for meetings — the good news is that I’m going out to dinner with The Fabulous Pim one night, and on another night I’m having dinner with my beloved 75-year old aunt who is a nun, a practicing psychotherapist, and the best golfer in her age bracket in the state (you should have seen her back in the day when she’d go out on the course in her habit!). I find these trips exhausting — although I can be very social when I need to be, essentially I’m an introvert, so a week of meetings and dinners and breakfasts and meetings and coffees and talking talking talking just takes the stuffing right out of me. To say nothing of the doggy-deprivation — a whole week with none of my patented cure for the blues which is to lie down on the couch and apply Owen, my puppy, directly to the heart chakra (well, at two he’s hardly a puppy, but he’ll always be my baby).