It's been nice. No drama, no panic. I'm optimistic. Lately being optimistic was verboten.
After going through the papers and checking out employment opp's I'm still optimistic. I like it here. It feels right.
I walked with the good ol' dog to get the papers. She got compliments from strangers. To me she lied. Dogs lie. They can't help it. She insisted I owed her hamburgers and she insisted she knew short cuts.
Meanwhile my body is responding well. Pain is residual. I do have a problem getting up and out of comfortable chairs and, stupidly, find I prefer hard backed chairs. Now even my body is an idiot.
I heard from the catcher of my team. They won yesterday, won without me. It's hard to believe it's only been a week since I left and walked into "betrayal", insanity and now peace. But they won. I knew they could; winning is just a habit that too many people won't get accustomed to. I hope they win it all and mail me a trophy, or at least a picture of a trophy.
Dana is having problems walking the dogs. Fat Yellow Dog won't move for her and tries to claim that he can't because he is too fat. He walks and begs for food (any food, I'm sure) but won't run. I sent Dana my super secret recipe for running fat dogs. It involves Frosty Paws . . .
She seems happy too.
I'm trying a podcast thing. With the new sound apps it's really easy to combine several songs together into one semi-new thing. I hope this is a good example of what I mean: Boulevard Of Broken Songs It was fun and should take less then a single charge on your laptop to make your own. If nothing else I can have the satisfaction of perhaps having ruined 3 or 4 of your favorite tunes . . . I like people making their own music. People are more interesting than corporations.