Daughter had a possible employer contact her out of the blue and say she seems like a good fit, and they hope she’ll apply for an opening. She was working on her cover letter this morning when they asked if they could set up an interview. Fingers are crossed here, as she really needs and wants this job.
You may recall that I have a nephew with severe OCD. Besides my eldest sister, his mom, I’m the only family member in contact with him because, frankly, they’re all ready to bop him, not because of the OCD, but because he’s very frustrating for a variety of reasons. Well, he’s getting evicted because his apartment is a mess and has bugs and mold. He washes his hands repeatedly but can’t touch trash. He has 5 days to vamoose. My sister pays his bills, but she has little money. His next apartment will be at least 60% more expensive. He can’t live with anyone due to germaphobia. (No, it doesn’t make sense.)
My poor sister. At least now has a rental car, a bright red SUV. She said, “I can see the road beyond the hood!” We short people find such things thrilling.
I dog sat for little Max this morning. Charlie’s person just booked several additional days. I only sit/walk two dogs and the occasional cat, but I’m pretty booked. I don’t think I could handle any more critters.
My fuchsia are blooming! They’re annuals but were too stoned or something to realize it was winter. What a nice surprise!
swampy, glad you could replenish after they drained the swamp.
flyboy, fingers and paws crossed for Goo. And whaddya mean she might get mad at you for making it? Surely you jest.
Your litter boxes walk? Doesn’t that give you the heebie-jeebies?
As you should be. I love discovering new kinds of cheeses.
We were told to keep a coffee can for that purpose.
I had a bucket. We were also supposed to keep water and snacks, bought with your own money. I didn’t, though. If they couldn’t get us out before we fainted from hunger, I’d MacGyver us out of there somehow.
And the kitty is gorgeous AND adorable!
How ironic that you’d need to get the head check from the HMO. 
I’m sorry for your friend and his dog, VanGo.