After the first half of a sucky week, things are looking up. I got a silly, part-time, temporary (from now through the holidays) gig. I think it'll be fun, plus I can have my entire net pay withheld for federal income taxes, which might eliminate my need to make estimated payments.
I've managed to keep up my fitness frenzy. I've logged at least 10 hours this week, walking and running and sweating on the Green Line and the streets of my hood. In addition to shedding 10 pounds, I've acquired a tan of sorts. Which makes it look like another four or five. At the risk of sounding conceited, I'll say that my legs are lookin' fierce in my white shorts. I still look like a geisha above my neck (layers and layers of SPF in my moisturizer, primer, foundation and powder), but I discovered bronzing powder (a benefit of my new gig), so I'm ok.
My social life is improving, but that's another post. Or two or three. The Daddler's doing fine. Lucy is still demolishing everything in her sight, but at this point, I don't care. I've locked Beulah, the Bulemic Cat, out of my boudoir, so my sleep is better, except for being awakened once or twice per night with her head-butting and desperate crying. At least Lucy has settled into sleeping in her crate for the night.
So my Enchanted Aerie is pet-free, and I'm resting for a change. Kiddo is settled at school. No health or rental crises. Who could ask for more?
Over and out...
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