My dogs have fleas.
Apparently all my blood flow diverting to my uterus has made me too stupid to remember to give the dog’s flea medicine. I’ve also forgotten how to spell and form full sentences. This is making reviewing 157 page grants go really well.
So yeah, that’s where I’ve been.
This blog is just starting to feel so…stagnant. I get up in the mornings, go to work (which I can’t comfortably talk about on the blog), come home, eat dinner and sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Actually, between paragraphs I’m working on grants still. It’s hard to find time to do anything right now. I’m so desperately miserable right now, but I can’t really talk about it, which makes it even worse. Let’s just say my pregnancy hasn’t been well received by people in a position to make my life difficult.
In a perfect world, I’d be planning to retire in 8 months, but thanks to the current state of the economy, that isn’t likely to happen. We could get by on not a lot of money, but we need good health insurance and that requires a permanent full-time job for husband, which isn’t looking so good.
So yeah, that’s where I’m at these days. It
kinda really sucks.
In other news, Mr. Big Pants is recovering quite nicely from his emergency appendectomy a week ago. He sends his regards:
Oh, and the good news? Capstar got rid of all the fleas within a few hours. Now to wash out the flea poop and vacuum.
Anyone else need to vent? Feel free to use the comments!