I'm almost done with the house-sitting gig here. Fish still mouthing along at me, so nothing new to report there. I've been doing this mostly solo, with FG spending occasional nights, but mostly it's been my thing. (Which I can't complain about since I want to spend all the money I'm earning, too! Starting with some car-fixin' wrenches...)
One thing that's occurred to me more than once is how insanely hard it must be to be a single parent living on their own with kids. I'm a big animal lover, and these are nice ones, too. They have their own quirks but they're good critters. But when the dogs start whining to go on their morning walk and it feels like about ten minutes since I went to bed... or when they just. won't. stop. barking at the mysterious raccoon or zombie or whatever lives in the tree outside at night, I feel seriously on the verge of losing it. And I think, well, it's just for x more days, it's ok. And I keep it cool. But honestly, single parents of the world? You have my admiration. You always did, but now you really, really do. (I know dogs are not the same as kids. But frustration and sleeplessness and housebound isolation... there are some similarities in those experiences, I think.)
I made my own jambalaya last night! Round of applause for Chef MacCool? To be honest, it was just a jambalaya mix plus veggie sausages but still I feel pleased with myself. It even tasted good. And on the topic of food, does anyone else love the hot cross buns that they sell in the grocery stores this time of year? I've had posh ones and foreign ones but the New England grocery store ones rock my world.
Time to take the dogs for a walk. I'll try to write again before *next* Wednesday.