And the cheese stands alone.
I am the cheese. Then again, I’m always the cheese.
With the weather remaining warm and relatively sunny, it’s easy to get home and take only enough time to lace up my gym shoes, get the dogs in their gear and head out the door. It’s usually close to 7 pm but the sun doesn’t set and it doesn’t get dark until 20 after 8.
The other day we went south on Pierce Street and I was surprised that it went through. How I never walked that way before is beyond me but I found nice houses and sidewalks. And a dying squirrel. That was not fun, let me tell you. It didn’t look injured, but it was running in circles and was clearly not okay. It was still writhing around fifteen minutes later when we walked by it again and I prayed that it would just die quickly already—within a few seconds it was dead.
Yesterday our walk took us straight down 47th past Cleveland. No dead squirrels this time. I went down Pierce again when we were walking back and I jogged farther and longer than I’ve ever been able to. If I had been wearing workout pants instead of denim shorts and both sports bras instead of just one I would’ve jogged longer. It was invigorating.
Work is in a tailspin. There are 56 hours to cover and only me to cover them right now. Patty quit. I’m sad that she’s gone but she needed to quit for her own sake. I can’t hold it against her. There’s only so much abuse that you can take before it just becomes way too much.
I’m still searching for a real job but for now I think I might get more hours whether or not I want them but I just can’t work six days a week again. It’ll kill me.
I’ve got a part time job on Mondays *wink-wink* but um, I’d rather have a part time job on Saturdays. *wink-wink*. We’ll see how this pans out.
