Rhinoceros Running

Happy Saturday . . .

I’m going to need someone to check in on me to make sure I haven’t succombed to toxic dog gas. I have not changed her diet, so why is she so stinky? Seriously. It’s bad.

I was planning to go to Colorado this weekend, but thought better of it. Some friends were planning a weekend+ ski vacation, and when they invited me, I needed something to look forward to. I figured it was either go skiing with money I didn’t really have, or commit myself to a psych ward, again, with money I didn’t have. At the end of the day, the ski trip seemed like a smarter move.

But then I got a job, and oddly, now that money will once again be deposited regularly into my checking account, I’m keenly aware of how little money I have, and the idea of going to Colorado and fretting about every dime was giving me an ulcer. So, I cancelled. I offered to pay my portion of the expenses, but no one has replied to me. So I guess I can kiss off a couple of friendships there.

I’m a little nervous about the job. It’s that being brand new feeling, and all the inevitable mistakes I’ll make to start with. How long before I settle in to a nice little routine?

I’d make a to-do list, but it looks a lot like the to-do list I made on . . . was it Thursday? Same stuff to do. Very little progress. The dog and I are hiding from reality here on my (our?) bed. She appears to be sleeping while no doubt simultaneously generating more toxic gas in her gastro-intestinal system. I’m procrastinating.