Wednesday

Bear had a great time at work yesterday and he came home smelling like fresh baked bread. Mmm. He'll work 5 hours a day, 5 days a week, minimum wage, all the water/tea/coffee he can drink, and the owner will feed him a sandwich for lunch. Pretty nice deal, I must admit. LOL The timing is perfect because he gets home right before the stormy afternoon - but since he works right around the corner (literally), he could always sit it out just in case.

Sharky had to help Mr. DW with his computer again. Nothing was wrong, he was just having problems with the new Windows install - typical. Hopefully, he'll have a job helping a friend out with her car and maybe it will pay a couple of bucks. *fingers crossed*

I haven't been feeling very good lately, not sure what is up. I'm always hungry, but after I eat I feel like I'm going to throw up. Hopefully, whatever this is, it will pass soon.

Had a JPPA meeting (online) last night and I took a nap in the afternoon and slept right through it. Ooops. Kind of embarrassed about that. Oh well, at least I slept through it instead of just forgetting all about it.

"I like reality. It tastes like bread."
- Jean Anouilh, French Playwright (June 23, 1910 - October 3, 1987)