However.
Today I felt almost itchy, I wanted so much to be in contact. Stuff's going on at work, I'm missing my colleagues, there are never any e-mails, where are my updates? It's made me a little snappish. However, I do have this to report:
Today, after I picked up Bruiser's poop in a poop-pick-up bag thingie, and I was trying to tie it off while my hands were in gloves, and we were crossing the street at one of our usual street-crossing places, and then there was a cat which he was very interested in, and I was saying, "No! No!," still tying off the poop bag and then, after the cat went into the garage and Bruiser was still looking backward as she disappeared, the little dog at that same house came roaring out into the front yard to the very edge of the chain link fence, barking like he was a T-Rex and Bruiser was going to be his snack, and Bruiser got in his play crouch and then dashed off, while I was holding onto the leash and trying to finish tying off the poop and I got whirled around and the leash flew out of my hands, the poop bag went flying, and I fell. I'm pretty sure you could see daylight between me and the sidewalk at that point. I didn't get hurt but it did make me feel mad.
And when I got back home from this walk/debacle? Still no e-mails.
Whine out.
