My dogs are barking. Day two of full-time on my feet McEmployment, and the shoes are killing me: my blisters have blisters. Can't wait for that to stop. There're lots of interesting lesbian coworkers--enough to keep the place interesting enough to keep me from driving a railroad spike into my forehead: but just barely. So far the people are all allright and the time passes relatively quickly and there are definitely worse jobs to have (like any job on Dirty Jobs). For the last seven years all of my jobs have been the sort that I sit to perform (and I still have the TA/grading job; it just isn't sufficient), so between my lung and my feet, I'm really not used to being on my feet 8 hours straight, 5 days a week. Right now I get home exhausted, grimace while soaking in the bathtub and long for the day my body adjusts.
Denise and I have been having more really big fights, but yesterday was slightly productive. At least I think she better understands my perspective and wants to help things. Hope reinvigorated and all that. Fingers crossing.
Friday night she started having contractions and we were sure we'd end up needing to be off to deliver the baby within hours, but in the wee hours of Saturday morning the contractions stopped. Now they rear their heads somewhat intermittently. If the baby doesn't escape from the vat (Hi, Travis) by Halloween, that's when she's scheduled for having the baby induced. As much as I'm sympathetic to Denise really wanting the baby to just get out already, I'd really be happy with a Halloween baby.
Kids are well. Lash graduated from counseling last week. Woot!
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