I feel like I have a lot to say but I'm feeling it rather than being able to write it down. You know? I have images in my mind that don't translate to words. Some of them are happy images, some of them are bittersweet images, and some of the images are creeping in from long ago and causing me to need to take moments to myself to process them. In any case, they remain images, private to me. I don't mean for that to be my reality, but it is my reality. And, as much as I always want everyone else to be able to tell me what's on their mind, don't keep it bottled up, here I am bottling up both good and bad.

In sharable news, I followed up this morning about the job I hope to get and was told I am very much in consideration for the position, with a lot of positive feedback from the interviewers, and I should hear something by mid-week.

Also in sharable news, Sparky and Robin "threatened" last week to kidnap me for a girls' weekend. I hadn't told Dawg until yesterday. His reaction: "I need an address where I can send the FBI." This makes me infinitely happy and dorked out. I'm excited to go on the weekend (dates tbd) for myself, but I'm also happy to give Dawg a weekend to himself to sleep, stare at blogs, watch a lot of TV, cuddle with the kitties, eat Chef Boyardee, allow his mind to freestyle some stream of consciousness about life, hang out with his friends who he never sees anymore , whatever. I get a lot of time to myself but he's always working or when he comes home I'm already here and he doesn't even get 5 minutes without me. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with him and I know he loves spending time with me, but… everyone needs time to themselves. It's healthy and stuff.

And, lastly in noticeable news, I'm not so good at responding to comments right now. It's not you, it's me. I appreciate your comments. I'm sure I'll swing back to responding to every comment sometime in… um, March.

That's my update for now. I hope you're all doing well. Have a Happy Monday comma dammit!

I'm supposed to be in bed right now with Squishy Bunny, sleeping off my upset tummy, but it's my upset tummy that's keeping me awake, so here I am. More about that later.

First things first, Dawg received Hilly's October Blogger of the Month award. Please go visit, read the post, and follow the instructions for reminiscing about him. Thank you.

Yesterday I received an email from PiC, finally, who responded to my email titled, "I wish you had a blog". In it he explained that he has no desire to live his life twice by writing up the events of the day, but he enjoys being able to check in on my life by reading my blog. I don't blame him. If you don't have the type of personality where you need to process or legitimize the events of your life by writing them down then why bother? Unless, of course, you live far away from the majority of your family and friends and want to keep them informed… And where do a lot of his friends and family live? Not Vermont? Ohhhhhhhh. (JUST SAYIN', BUDDY. )

Anyway, this is about me! And I want to recount yesterday for you, so I'm gonna. Long post. Here we go.

Yesterday morning I woke up lazily as usual, had some coffee, then left the home to run some errands. The original plan was to get a prescription changed over from Vermont to New York so that I stopped having to travel 300+ miles just to pick it up every month, go drop off laundry, then go grocery shopping. Mmmmhmmmmm. Silly me. I went to CVS to try to transfer the prescription, but my prescription is at a Rite Aid, so no go without a doctor's say so. From the parking lot I attempted to 411 the number but I was misspelling the name of my practice (forgot an 'i' in a strategically placed location of the word) and couldn't resolve the situation without the card that was on my coffee table, so onto the laundry errand where nothing of importance occurred other than I didn't have any change on me so I didn't have to pay the dime that went along with the $23 for 30 lbs of laundry. (It adds up quickly, pound-wise.) After that I was having a series of period induced "blonde moments," one of which was me trying to take a right onto 112 Street when… um, hi, read signs that say "ONE WAY" going left. (A very amusing coincidence: Later that night Dawg did the very same thing for that very same street. Neither of us has ever done that before.) After realizing I might cause major peril if I continued my ventures into the world, and not wanting to delay the prescription change any longer, I went home.

At home I sat down on the couch with the doctor's office card and dialed the number. I carefully relayed the fax number for the CVS and was told that the prescription would be called in by the end of the day. Fantastic! Easy!

I received a phone call from Dawg's mom saying, "oh, hi, wanna come over for dinner tonight?" but I explained that Dawg had his monthly vollies meeting after work and so could we come a different day and then 5 minutes into the conversation she finally mentions why she wants us to come over, not that there ever needs to be a reason because we love just going over and hanging out with them, but… KITTENS! Two strays from a litter had by the neighbor's stray cat. (As in, the stray mama hangs out in his yard.) So I said I'd talk it over with Dawg for visiting on Thursday or the weekend because Friday was regular work day, special event day, overnight with KC triple shift so I hung up with her then tried to work out the details in email about when to visit the kittens. Not an epic fail, especially since it works out in the end. At some point my last exchange was not seen by Dawg so I never called Dawg's mom back to finalize. Pausing this story…

Suddenly my cell phone starts ringing, chiming, and buzzing off the hook. The number(s) calling me show up as unknown so I let them go to voicemail, then I get a blank txt from my mom that I interpret as "call me back immediately". I checked the voicemail first just to see what was going on: TWO offers for interviews with other jobs than the job I've asked you to cross your fingers for. I called Mom and told her what had just happened and we both thought, "feast or famine". Speaking of which, we're now going to Tennessee to visit my parents for Thanksgiving weekend! YIPPY!

After talking with my mom I got a phone call from an unrecognized Vermont number, but I figured it was my doctor's office and sure enough it was. I think I'm a real New Yorker now. The nurse started giggling and telling me the fax number I gave her was someone's private residence. The number that the pharmacist hand wrote on the card for me earlier that day. I hung up with that nurse, called CVS back, confirmed the number with the pharmacist, CALLED IT, and got a fax tone. I called my doctor's office back and the receptionist started giggling at me. I cut her off and said, "the number I gave you is the correct number. I called the pharmacist, I dialed the number myself, it is correct. Apparently someone wrote it down incorrectly. Here's the number: [number]. Please read it back to me. [She does.] Please call me back if the fax doesn't go through again. Goodbye." Time wasting in New York City? NOT COOL. How do you fuck up taking down a number I carefully give you, and if you know that it's the CVS in a certain city because I tell you it is then WHY NOT CALL THEM DIRECTLY TO GET THE NUMBER? Just a thought. (Because there are 50 of everything in one city here so they would have called the wrong one. I know this, but shush, I'm ranting!) I can understand why you'd make that my responsibility since I'm the one who needs my script, but… let's try writing down what I tell you next time. (Yup, New Yorker.) Never heard back again, so I am assuming it went through. I will be calling the pharmacy today to verify before I waste my time driving over.

During some portion of the day I get it in my head that I want to make chili even though I didn't know when I would eat it. Dawg and I weren't necessarily having dinner together, because there was no guarantee he could leave work any length of time before he had to go to his vollies meeting, but I love chili a day later so I made it with the knowledge that I could eat it that night or another night. Easy peasy: hamburger meat (a product of the USA, Mexico, and Canada, apparently!), diced tomatoes in burgundy wine and olive oil, Emeril's marinara sauce, kidney beans, a package of Ortega chili mix, and a package of McCormick taco mix. I kept waiting and waiting and waiting to hear back from Dawg about the kittens, or to hear from him about anything at all, but didn't so I realized we wouldn't be having dinner together and started warming up the chili for myself.

Then the Dawg ring sounded on my phone. He said he'd be home in 15 minutes and did I want to go see the kittens RIGHT NOW for the little bit of time he had between work and vollies meeting. I got all of our things together and rushed downstairs to meet him at the truck then we drove over to meet the kittens:

Adorable!!!! (They don't have names yet.) I spent about 15 minutes trying to coax them out from under furniture so I could hold them. Obviously my work paid off. In the middle of the 15 minutes I left to go pet Kit Kat, because he needs love too and I love that boy to little pieces. He was very happy to have the attention.

After kitten time Dawg dropped me off at the apartment and he left for his vollies meeting. That was somewhere between 7:00pm and 7:30pm. I went inside and changed my clothes so that the girls wouldn't get anything communicable from the not-yet-vetted kittens then I ate some chili! And one bowl wasn't enough so I ate another bowl of chili!

At some point during the day Hilly had emailed me about Dawg being her blogger of the month and wanted me to point out a photo for her post which I did so as I was eating chili I meandered over to her blog and there was a post about Dawg! So I let Hilly know Dawg wasn't home yet then forwarded the link to Dawg in email. I then started listening to Britt and Adam talk about some hypothetical world where Adam gets to decide who's too stupid to vote, and I receive an email back from Dawg: "I am speechless." He wasn't expecting Hilly's post. And then we emailed back and forth for a little bit until 9:12pm when Dawg wrote "shit just blew up." I emailed back "uh oh. ??????" and never heard back, but that's just the way things go at those meetings so I knew it would be a long meeting for him and I went about my merriment finishing listening to the show and watching a little bit of TV.

During the end of the radio show my tummy started feeling blurgy from the chili. I tried to hang in there like a trooper, staying up nursing myself until 11:15pm, but then I just gave in. I txted Dawg that I was going to bed then crawled in with my earplugs and Squishy Bunny and went to sleep, completely ignoring his reply txt. (I was feeling really awful. Either that txt had good news or bad news about him coming home soon, but it didn't have him in it, so I didn't check it.) Ten minutes later Dawg woke me up to say he was home. He took off his uniform and closed down the apartment for the night then crawled into bed with me. My tummy was really cramping badly. He asked me what he could do for me, so I asked him to kick it TequilaCon style and tell me bedtime stories. So he did. And the sound of his voice soothed me, although the stories themselves were really horrifyingly sad, and if I tried to talk at all my tummy started acting up again so I just listened to him. And then we both went to sleep.

At 2:00am I woke up as if an alarm had gone off. My tummy was back to upset. I also woke up to being yanked like a ragdoll into Dawg's arms as he made growling noises in his sleep. Ya know how we all think Sam on "True Blood" is a werewolf? I think Dawg secretly really is a dog. Not a werewolf, a dog. A very strong dog. A minute later I started whimpering pretty loudly because my tummy hurt a lot, but Dawg was in a deep sleep. I broke free from his grip, laid on my back until the cramping subsided, then went back to sleep.

And that was the day. I'm all done. You can go now.

Oh, nope, didn't hear from the job I interviewed with, did email one job back for an interview on Monday (just in case the other job falls through or offers me $5 as a salary), and will contact the other today. And, yep, I still feel blurgy, thanks for asking. Ok, bye!