It’s almost the end of another year. The next two months will be sheer hell by the usual standards, but I’m willing to try and make the best of it.
Two months seems like a long time, but it’s not. I remember the end of August like it was yesterday. Casey got spayed and then she peed and barfed all the live-long night. See? Easy recollection. Two months from now is almost here.
Before New Year’s Eve, however, there are four (4) birthdays in my family to celebrate (or at least acknowledge), and six (6) if you count extended family. So I won’t wish the time away, but instead I will certainly be
wine-laden festive this year. Festive with wine good cheer in order to deal with the woes of working for a company whose Bright Idea Brigade email or call you nearly every 10 minutes to make changes to each concrete plan they laid out with the words ‘IMPLEMENT IMMEDIATELY’ just moments before, when you have a stress fracture in your foot and you’re still the only person who is willing to climb a rickety ladder with a 50-pound fake body in your arms.
I will stay positive, is what I’m saying. Bring on November. And I need a light-coloured coat, because this black wool one from last year will be covered in yellow lab fur in about 6 seconds.