i can do nothing. but wait and exist.
my kitchen is spotless (as long as you don't look at the floor. which is almost spotless.) i'm now focusing my attention on the living room, which is fairly disastrous. I bought a bottle of wine the other day, set it down in the living room, and now can't find it. and i know i didn't drink it.
so i'm starting, working my way from the computer desk outward. it's getting there.
i was telling michael the other day about my cleaning. I was making jokes about "nesting", and he was not amused. i was greatly amused. seriously, i think i'm more against the idea then he is, so i don't know why he worried.
work was hellish last night ... just awful. one person short on a busy night, with lots of labor-intensive patients ... just one of those nights where i never go the chance to sit down, or even slow down. in the middle of it all, at a point where we were almost caught up, a fractious cat pulled its IV line, and it took three (out of four on staff) techs to replace it.
I did meet a breed of dog I've never seen before - a south african boerboel. i usually don't like big dogs at all - i'm more of a cat/cat-sized-dogs person. But this dog was so sweet - he looked like a doublesize labrador, with all the friendliness. i found a picture -
if i ever did decide to get one of the giant breeds, i'd look into this one. he didn't have the problems getting around that i've seen in the mastiffs, or the defensiveness of the working breeds. he was just a huge happy dog. he did lick my face while i was trying to take his blood pressure - that was kinda icky.
the fact that people who profess to care so much for me, who make flowery statements about how much i mean to them as a friend, can drop me so abruptly leaves me with little trust in anyone.
but hey, i don't really like people anyway.