Oh no, Noemi just came in my office and says my favorite cat Niki is acting bad. She said he has a very bad cough, well he's had this forever, it's kind of chronic thing with him, plus he has a bad heart.
Oh it's okay, phew, she just hadn't seen him doing his weird stretchy giraffe neck cough thing yet.
There's this awful woman on ebay I bought a Steiff tiger from. She was pushy and rude and difficult right from the start and treated me like a seriously defective child. I feel so much anger towards her. I want to go over there and give her the meanest negative feedback, but that'll just prompt her to retaliate, and I know the best action to take would be to let it go.
Letting go is really hard for me. I have to think of the cheese book and remember that if I were a rat in a maze and the cheese keeps moving, even if I don't know where the next nice new fresh piece of cheese is coming from, I have to let go of the old cheese, or I'll never get the new cheese. Trust and surrender I guess. I was even afraid to write this here, because I have that little link at the end of all of my e-mail, so for all I know she could come over here and read this. I think she's too uptight and self absorbed to bother. Oh well. Anyway the thing that bothers me is that she sent a snide little note along with the tiger, and in it she insists that I contact her and let her know when I received the tiger. I guess I'll just send her a terse little reply. Ack and grrrr. I hate this stuff.
Do you think Scott would mind if I mentioned that he is a wonderful and tender lover?