Tropical Storm Erika fizzled out before reaching Florida and became Rainy Weekend Erika, or basically, normal weather Erika.
Another weekend is ending, and I'm going to bed early, psyching myself to face the week with a positive attitude. Honest, I am.
My phone interview on Friday went very well. I'm supposed to do a face-to-face interview, which hasn't been scheduled yet since this is through a recruiter. Interviewer has to coordinate schedules on her end and then contact recruiter, who will in turn contact me.
Meanwhile, there's another job that sounds very promising and to which I will send a resume. Can't hurt.
Murphy is lively, but we don't even want to talk about how much pee and poop I've cleaned up in the last 72 hours. My weekend began with stepping in diarrhea after opening the front door, in my best sandals, and splashing same on my jeans and purse. The weekend could only improve from there, and it did. My neighbors are too polite to say that they heard me screaming FUUCK!!! and conjugating it in many creative ways. I'm hoping the pouring rain coming down at the time (again, still) drowned it out.
Yet I can't even imagine ending this, because he really is quite perky and enjoying life, and I owe him this.
The garage door at The House is busted, needs a cable. Not a huge, expensive fix, but seriously? I had the whole damn thing replaced, lock, stock and very scary huge springs, maybe 6 or 7 years ago. Garage doors should be a 15-20 year item.
Oh, and their dryer is now coughing up oil stains all over their clothes (it's ancient and has been fixed many times, it's time to shoot it) so she brought an emergency load to my house to dry today. We ate veggie burgers. Delaney loves a good veggie burger. The dryer can't be replaced (and the trash and recycling can't go out, and a whole lotta things can't get done) until the garage door is working again.
And I have a couple of kids sweaters on needles and I'm working them all toward the finish line(s). But you know I'm suddenly in the mood for some really easy, flat knitting. I need me a mindless scarf. Mindless. Really, really mindless.