I think I felt the earth move. Doug finally relented and got a truck today; and tomorrow he is getting a Mexican at the Home Depot. I will finally have my appliances. Tonight’s gourmet meal of cold ravioli out of the can just wasn’t as good as I’d remembered. (I’m actually feeling a little hoboesque. ) I’m so happy I’ll be able to cook tomorrow night I can hardly stand it! By next weekend we should even have the new bed. Doug was able to go by and pick up our second couch yesterday (the other leather one.) So tomorrow, the ginormous love seat will be moved into the guest/Brett’s room. Very, very slowly the house is coming together. This has been a slooow and painful process; one which I do not intend to repeat for a long time.
Half of the pack was generous enough to share their kennel cough with the rest so now they’re all hacking again. It sounds again like we’re back at Pier 39 in San Fransisco. (I guess I’ll have to make a trip to the vet tomorrow and put everyone on antibiotics to kill this bug once and for all.) Please keep sending energetic vibes my way. I still need them. Disorganizedly yours, Michele
