Sorry for the sudden blog silence. No drama, I just spent the week fighting off some crud that made me very, very tired by the end of the day. I'm somewhat better today, though still having bouts of coughing like an elderly cigar smoker. I'm much better than I was on Friday, when all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep.
Giving notice at work was anticlimactic. My boss was not surprised. He asked where I was going, agreed it sounded like a better gig, and that was that. As it turns out, the executive assistant who had been working for several members of the executive team also gave notice; her last day was Friday. She was fed up with her working situation and got a much better offer from a former employer. The young engineer hired for our department isn't happy with his situation either. I'm just glad I'm moving on. Not my problem anymore. I will do what I can to leave the place more organized than I found it, which is all I can do.
I'm going to have a week off between the end of this job and the start of the next, and I am toying with the idea of a quick trip to Asheville. I'm not sure it will work out, as my son has to be in Cincinatti the first part of the week, but we'll see.
Murphy update: Not so good, I'm afraid. He's sleeping nearly all the time, and sleeping very deeply. He's not interested in walks. He'll stir to ask for food, but then eat only a few bites, and then only if I hand feed him. The other night I tested his condition by making a frozen pizza, and sure enough, he roused and squeaked happily for pizza crust, but didn't eat much before he tired and went back to bed. He's living on bits of soft cooked chicken, small bites of pizza crust and a few Teddy Grahams. I've got him on daily prednisone, but it's not working its usual magic. I'm starting to believe that maybe it really is time. It's so hard to know.
One more week of the job, and it'll be time for a fresh start. I need it.