It has been a kick ass week. . .
but not in completely a good way.
Work is nuts. We're packing. Solvie is eating but still -- she's sick. Sunny is at the vet overnight needing something done with her trach, as she still hasn't eaten (but she did shed last week). Zelia, at least, is healthy.
We're 98% sure we have an apartment, but I don't want to give the affirmative until the lease is signed and the keys are in our hands. But we are out of here, even though things go smoothed over with our landlady.
The next month will be nutty on the homefront. The next TWO months will be nutty on the work front, as we are going to trial at the end of April. Of course, I can't say anything else about that.
One good thing. . . actually two.
Tonight is the season premiere of America's Next Top Model.
Next Tuesday is the series premiere of Who Wants to be the Next Pussycat Doll?
Sometimes it's the little things.