Second! It’s good to be sort of juvenile.
We’ve been getting fog, sun, and more fog, and the forecast is for more of the same. It’s rainy season, dammit! Where’s the rain?
I’ve got a temporary gig in March scoring essays for a major test company. The pay isn’t great, but the hours are good, and it’s only for a few weeks. When I retired, I shouted, “As Gawd is my witness, I’ll never grade a paper again!” I figure I had well over 4,000 students altogether. Once, to distract myself during an MRI, I figured that if you laid each sheet I graded end-to-end, the trail would be about 35 miles long. Anyway, I’ve had a nine-years break, and scoring these essays goes fast.
I figured out something that makes me slightly less anxious about my daughter’s situation. If worse comes to worst, and her STBX decides to default on his share of the mortgage, I could give up my apartment, put my stuff in storage, and move into their house so I could cover his half of the mortgage. I’d consult a lawyer first, and this would only be a last-ditch option, but it’d keep him from tanking her credit rating.
The woman upstairs invited me up to meet her cat, whom I’ll be cat-sitting in a couple of weeks. The cat is adorable. The woman is a little odd: she said she’s a “cat psychic” and wasn’t joking. She has very little people furniture and a whole lot of cat furniture. Aside from that and her anxiety about leaving her cat, she’s OK.
I’m getting Sir Charles overnight tonight. Oh, we had an amusing squirrel encunter yesterday. A squirrel was taunting him from atop a fence–very frustrating. Then a dog came from the opposite direction. The squirrel panicked and scrabbled in place like Wile E. Coyote when he’s run off a cliff, then threw himself down the other side.