The other night we had a very long, very loud, and a very bright thunderstorm. It must have produced 1,000 bolts of lightening in 2 hours. Django was not happy. He insisted on being held for 3 hours. From 2:30 a.m. till 6:30 a.m. Oh wait, that’s 4 hours. no wonder I was so tired. At one point though, he get off the bed, and Nick said, where did he go. I had heard a sound, and I said, I think he went in the closet (we have your normal 1950’s closet in our bedroom, small, narrow, and somewhat long. sure enough, Nick opened the closet door and there was Django. The poor guy really is quite afraid of thunderstorms. So this morning as I got ready for work, it was thunderstorming again, Django was whining/crying and visibly upset at the thought of another storm. So I quickly cleaned Nick’s side of the closet out (by dumping everything on my side) and put a blanket and a chew toy in the closet so he’d have a safe place to retreat to. I hope Nick’s clothes are still on the hangers when I get home.
I can do nothing but think of knitting doilies. For some odd reason I’m obsessed with the thought of doilies. Now considering I have a ton of appropriate doily yarn, since I’m no longer making the queen sized bedspread on size 1 needles. I may just indulge my current obsession once I’m done with the Forest Path Stole (which I’m on the final tier, then its border time). Although if history has taught me nothing, it has taught me that once I get obsessed with something, the obsession quickly lapses when I actually begin knitting the obsessed item.
Work has been horrific. Well not really horrific, just annoying and stressful. Why do some people have to treat all others like dirt? For 3 years I have loved coming to my job, loved my job, for the most part liked everything about it. And while the majority of that is still true, this one piece of stress is adding my “I want to stay home and snuggle the dogs,” thought in the morning and I don’tl ike coming to the office any more. I don’t like that. Especially when simple communication has become like pulling teeth from a very mad rhinocerous, or wait a hippopotamous, I hear they are very mean animals. Which I guess is why its so stressful, I have a hard time accomplishing and fulfilling my job duties, when no one will communicate when I ask questions about when depositions are taking place, etc. I guess if they don’t have a court reporter its their problem for not telling me!
But alas, tis the weekend and tomorrow is date night. We are going to sushi and to see a band called Midlake play. And next weekend I’m off to Iowa for my niece’s graduation. So breathe deep and remember to laugh is my current work motto. And tonight when I get home, I may just get in the closet with Django.