So, here's the update I didn't provide on Sunday, because I got all dutiful and did my taxes (almost finished, but I have to deal with the selling of my mother's house, which is Special). I did spend some quality time doing other things, but taxes are the excuse for the update failure.
I also spent some time this weekend setting up job search engines, and saw exactly ONE job that was worth sending a resume - a paralegal job that would fit my skill set and is listed as "Northwest Orlando." I have no idea what that means - I live Northwest of Orlando, so that could be a good location, or it could be an hour away too. It also involves another hefty pay cut, but I've been thinking about that a lot lately, and if I use some of my inheritance to pay off that 2nd mortgage, and cut my commute time (gas and toll roads, oh my) down by 2/3 or 3/4, I could live quite nicely on the proposed salary, which I would of course try to negotiate up just a tad. Right now I'm spending $300 a month just to commute, not counting wear and tear on my car, which is already 4 years old. Granted, it's a Subaru and I plan to keep it for 200k+ miles, but I'd hoped that those 200,000 miles would not blow by as quickly as they are.
I've decided that my goal for my job search is quality of life - a job that will make my day shorter, get rid of the long commute, allow me to get a puppy, and have enough energy to have a social life, all those things normal people take for granted. I'm sick of feeling wiped out and burned out. The clock went off at 5 this morning and I thought how I would love to have a job that would allow me to get up at 6! You know your life is pathetic when getting up at 6 is "sleeping in."
So it's Monday, and we do not get this holiday, though our parent company does. I'm already fed up with the efffed-up crap on my desk, and tired, and disgusted, and it's only Monday. But my stuff from King Arthur Flour was on the UPS truck and at my door, so at least have stuff to play with, and tonight is the Westminster Kennel Club on TV (who cares about the Olympics when there are DOGS??) I will spend this evening watching dogs and maybe making yogurt. I'm such a wild woman, how come Bravo isn't beating down my door to give me a reality TV show? Real Women of the Dead-End Cube Farm!
Murphy is very chipper but still a bit loose in the pooping department. (You have to be a lymphangiectasia dog parent to appreciate this issue. We talk about poop.) I totally howled at this ad:
Dead on the money toward true Dog People.
So, Murphy's not pooping optimally lately, but also not awful, and so far, his weight is holding. I haven't called the vet yet, because his energy level hasn't flagged and he's not vomiting, but I hope the poop firms up soon. It's awful because it's really a terrible illness, but not without moments of humor - sometimes Murphy will fart so loudly and with such force, he runs forward a few steps, like he actually is jet-propelled. Yesterday he farted a lap around the living room, like he was wearing a rocket pack. I gave him his wee dose of Pepcid, and he settled down.
And now I'll make sure my cell phone ringer is on, so I don't miss the calls of all those TV producers who can't wait to make an offer to the middle-aged cube farm prisoner who knits and does yoga and makes yogurt and lives with the comical farting dog. I totally see TV hit here! No? Maybe I'll just get my knitting and settle down to watch Westminster.