Hi again. It's been a humdinger of a week since I last wrote, mainly because I have been swept into the riptide of all things workerly, writerly, rodentally, and fatherly.
Item: The job is currently in the throes of seasonal chaos. It was a comfort to know it was coming, but it doesn't make the slog any easier. Hours will be long and frenetic until my week of vacation at the end of this month, when Robert will get his first taste of ... Disney World. People rag on the Mouse, often rightly, but I'm eager to tell you I can't wait to go and take it all in through his rapidly jaundicing eyes. He was a bit wary at first, because he thinks Disney is full of princesses and stuff, but when I reminded him that 1) "Cars" is a Disney film and 2) somewhere nearby is a huge Lego store, complete with life-size Lego elephants and stuff, he was on board.
Also, the job recently took me aside and told me it wants to pay me a considerable bit more for the work I do. Naturally I feel absolutely chuffed, seeing as the last two jobs asked me to go away and all. Thank you, job, for taking such good care of me. Even though you have no idea this blog exists (please god, let that be true), knowing we like each other so much is a nice change from the angst-ridden shitstorms I'd gotten accustomed to.
Item: Speaking of mouses, I killed my third yesterday. A pattern is emerging: 1) no mice for weeks, 2) bold forays into the living room (and on top of the fridge!), whip out the PB&B (which still smells absolutely heavenly), snap goes the neck. The last one we got was a real bruiser, and his minions have truly been cowed by his loss.
Item: I'm still spending what little spare time I have writing. Or rather, taking notes while ideas spill out of my head. Makes me feel like I'm running around with a bucket during a rainstorm and hoping to store it all away for when the clouds part.
And the last item: My wife will be out every night this week, and so for five straight nights the Three Men will be free to go it alone. Nights like these are truly magical. The boys tell me about their day while I make them dinner (tomorrow's request is pork chops), we read, we play, we wrestle, we wash, and we pass out. It's completely exhausting, and wonderful.
All of which has me feeling like a Once-Again-Stay-At-Home, Formerly-Laid-Off, Incredibly Lucky and Blessed Dad. And which makes for one helluvan acronym.
