My cat Zura has breath that would make a skunk faint.
Thus, I’m spending the day in Richmond, Virginia. Why am I in Richmond you ask? Because Zura needs her teeth cleaned, and the Helping Hands animal clinic is here.
When Disco, the other feline who terrorizes my household, started peeing blood, I made the mistake of taking him to one of those pet hospitals in a pet store.
Life is chaos masked as order.
And the mask I use barely covers up all the day-to-day craziness.
For the past few years, a core part of that craziness has been my job (or lack thereof). But I got a new one. I’m going to be doing communications for these fine people. All jobs come with challenges, but in my opinion, job enjoyment largely depends on the ratio of necessary challenges to unnecessary challenges. I’m hoping the new job will have fewer unnecessary challenges than my current one.
And that is all I will ever say about my job. Because this blog isn’t about my job. This blog is about the rest of my chaotic life.