July 5, 2012. Ward, Arkansas. Ah, summer in the South. One hundred and five degrees and counting. Huddled indoors in AC. Niece Ariel is Skyping with her Irish boyfriend. Seems it’s not raining in Dublin today. This is the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time as I know that I don’t have to return to FF. Yes, the boss from hell reduced me and another fifty-something employee to twelve-year-olds, calling him childish names behind his back.
The most lasting result of this whole sorry episode is – happily — Andy, my new black kitten. I went to PetsMart in late April for cat food and came home with a kitten as my resistance to cute furry things had been greatly reduced. Didn’t help that he was black and the sign on the cage said all of his litter mates had been adopted. Figuring it was a black cat prejudice, I caved. Here is the little devil.