This weekend held a last-minute change of plans. Lauren was going to come up here, but after a dental appointment, her doc put her on antibiotics and Darvocet, a high-grade painkiller in the "don't drive or operate heavy machinery" class, so I went down to Maryville instead, which actually worked out ... it was a lot warmer down there, and we got to do some garden prep work (mostly weed whacking and burning of leaf/twig/roughage from last year's garden), some cooking, and a lot of cuddling.
And now it's this week, which will (due to some good news), bring my career at my current workplace to a close a week earlier than planned. In the good news, I was picked up by another company in town on a six month contract to hire position, so it will give me time to pay down debt and prepare for moving down to Maryville.
In a strange sense, it feels odd leaving a place I've worked at for six years, suffered at, perfected my tech writing skills at, given nearly insurmountable obstacles. It's been incredibly stressful, but also rewarding. And now it's time to move on.
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I should point out that Richard is being somewhat merciful in his assessment of last weekend. He came down not only to babysit my youngest kitten, Stinkerbelle (who had been spayed and declawed) but to babysit ME. Darvocet had not only rendered me incapable of using heavy machinery, but of managing kitchen tasks with any sort of dexterity. ("Lauren, give me the knife, ok?")
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