Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Exhausted. Multiple dog antics per night appears to be the norm nowadays. Taking Jazzy outside three times between 10 and 11 is not enough, and we have constant worry about Libby's ability to keep her food down. All I can say is, it's a good thing I don't have to be at work at any particular time, because if I had to leave at 7 I'm not sure I could function (and I'm not sure the dogs would be okay that long, either). My work is suffering but hey, that's parenthood, right? There have been far too many days recently where I just kind of wish we didn't have dogs. I don't really mean it...but sometimes I do.
Plus, I had a horrible commute this morning that involved an uncommunicative CTA, the 80 bus, and the brown line, plus a long walk. Someone was killed by a blue line train north of my stop (and how he managed that, I have no idea; the train tracks are in the middle of the Kennedy) about the time I left my house, so the line was shut down, but it was kept a Big Secret from the dozens of riders who had already shelled out their $1.75.
Now my sleepy brain and crampy, tired self have to go do some labwork without accidentally putting Taq in the exo-sap or forgetting to label the tubes. This should be fun.