Wading through it

I am still here.  The Wook is still here.  Life is taking some different paths emotionally, physically, and psychologically.  We will still be around.

I started my new job this week.  I was hoping for a challenge, new things to learn . . . this job is mind-numbingly boring and there is no challenge except the one I set for myself each day.  Which is simply a numbers goal of getting through a certain number of files a day.

I will still be working overtime for my old department, I will be there tomorrow morning for about 4 or 5 hours.  This will only be until the new department I work for goes into our special project around December and we all have mandatory overtime of about 12-ish hours a week.  So, unfortunately things aren't going to slow down any time soon.

The husband will be busier too as he trains for a new position.  Yet things will also be odd as his employers chose to shut down the plant on Sundays as production has slowed down some.  So a little concern as economic issues effect his employers and the stability of them continuing. 

Crafting is going slow as I work on getting healthier in all aspects.  I finished my proto-type for my baby sweater design and will share it will you shortly.

Part of this journey is over on my other blog, but in warning I speak very openly about things and if you do not like that, then do not read it.  I will be posting there every Saturday.  I have decided to delete this blog as I don't know that I am personally ready to put that much information out there yet.

Wookie is still making progress health wise.  He is now up to lunch and dinner as dog food with a couple dog treats throughout the day.  He still eats breakfast as low-fat human food I make him.  We are letting his hair grow out now.  He is doing even better at the dog park and it makes me sad that we do not have an indoor dog park around here for during the Winter.

Side note, on our walk today after I got home from work, the skies opened up and completely poured.  We were about two blocks from home.  I had to take my coat off and pick Wookie up, who in a matter of seconds looked like a drenched rat and put my coat over him to shelter him.  By the time we got home I was completely soaked and couldn't see anything through my glasses and the Wook was not happy.  In a way, it was hilarious though, I mean what can you do but laugh!  He enjoyed a good nap after that stressful experience.