Transitions

Our dog walker fired us on Friday. Not really, we love her and mutually agreed to part ways, but it is meaning another round of "figure out how to take care of you're totally lovable yet totally certifiable pooch."

I keep meaning to post about our trip -- amazing! But I came home with what we think was a mild case of Dengue Fever. I also keep meaning to post about starting work -- harsh! But I love it. And the biggest but of this paragraph... I can never bring myself to post. I think this means this blog has run its course save for one very happy drunk (champagne!) or very miserable drunk (Jack Daniels!) post I imagine making on November 21. And, maybe some anxiety ridden posts in the interim for old time's sake.