I's still kickin'

The blog these days has become like one of those friends with whom you really need to catch up, but you know it's gonna take a while so you keep putting it off until finally those friends either a) give up on you; or b) assume you're dead.

I'm not dead.

I moved in with S. and there's SO SO much unpacking to do. And there's still a little bit of crap at the old house. Including poop in the yard. Lovely, I know.

Hillary came last week and we put in the laminate flooring. Holy shitters that was a lot of work. When I get my home computer set up, I'll post pics. Hillary is an incredible friend: who else but a friend who's known you since you were 10 would come to your place for a week to work? She worked her ass off. My ass worked, but not like hers. Dang.

School starts in a week, and as soon as I've got my crap unpacked at home, I'll be ready. I miss students.

Belly's a little bit confused still. Each night I think she's wondering why we're not going home. But we have a new nightly ritual: after our walk, we go into the guest room and lay down on my old bed and she chews rawhide while I rub her butt. She needs to know she's still my precious girl. And she needs to have her rawhide in a room without Scully and Mulder. Rawhide with more than one dog in the room is never a good idea.

It's been quite the summer. I'm exhausted but happy.