Excuse me while I deal...
.. with the stupid ostrich that kicked me and broke my ankle.
Random mutterings, rants etc. Nothing in particular.
Ok. Sometimes the news is wierd. And sometimes, Darwin's theory of evolution enters the picture, but it turns out to be the negative.
My job rocks. At least, most of the time it rocks. I set my own hours (within reason of course), and have to put in 80/2 weeks. No weekends unless preauthorized though. I get a ridiculous amount of money for the actual job requirements. Sometimes I even get to travel. But I think I have become spoiled.
I swore to myself, and to anyone who would listen, I would never get a divorce. For years, I waited to 'meet the right person', to make sure that I was making the right choice. A good part of that was the issue I had (and still do!) with being wrong. I hate being wrong, especially on a major issue.
Yes, the Center for Disease Control is after my dog. The luckiest dog in Sicily is a wanted basset. Fortunately, her defense is being planned as we speak.