I think I need to take just 5 minutes every day, or even every other day just to write, even if it is stream of the moment babbling nonsense that I can't even spell right because I'm typing so fast. That's what spell checkers are for, right? I feel like such a gen-y-er.
So. I have a staff now, and life's good. I'm actually eating lunch at 1 pm instead of 2:30 pm, which is a distinct improvement. Also, it was 80 degrees out yesterday, in CHICAGO, and I got to drive around a bit in it and work on my porch and it was fantastic. I absolutely love October: changing colors, Indian summer, autumn rains, Halloween. I want to get married in October.
Saturday I took the dog out to the Dog park and he was in doggie heaven. He was the only dog on a lead (albeit a 30 ft one), but he still had a great time. Wrigley tends to go deaf once he's off lead and that's just too much trauma for me to deal with. I have enough stress in my life. I have, however, started to not close the door on his crate at night; not every night because I'm too much of a wuss for that and afraid he's going to get into Things He Shouldn't, but I like knowing that if anyone comes around at night, I've got a built in alarm system.
I get too much email. Seriously, I should be cranking through some of that email NOW but instead I'm dumping some random thoughts off from my brain until the 5 minute timer comes up.
Of course, what's going through my brain right now isn't that interesting. I'm sure you don't care to read about "Hm, these uncle ben bowl dinners are pretty decent for lunch". And lucky for you, the timer went off, so I'm going back to getting through the 100 emails that came in this morning.