Can't believe it's been over a week.

But Linda D. of BrainCheese (came through my email notification of blog comments) says she thought I had "grown silent."

Imagine me, silent!

Actually, working six nights a week does seem to have an effect. Why, HuggaMutt's been gone for days, and I still don't have time to miss her. In fact, I dreamed about the cats last night, but no Ellie.

Well, we've got a weekend replacement in training. Just no new people. His job will be secure.

Plus both my immediate superior, GF, and I are resigned to a probable layoff by Christmas. Should brighten up the holidays... We are readying things for the elimination of the night shift.

Sort of like when I preplanned my own funeral. Only not as entertaining.

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Misty Morning on the Chemung

I can walk only about one hour before I need to return home to rest. That doesn't stop me from throwing my dachshund/terrier mix into the car and heading to the strand of land down by the river.

We are rarely alone, and today was no different, but we still found plenty of solitude.

And a few good pictures.

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You know you are in an exacerbation...

..when you begin to have screwy dreams.

Note how it deals with illness.

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Final upshot of the muffler affair

Remember the trip to the muffler shop that quoted about $380? Well, this past week my tow bar rusted out and fell, scraping the ground. I dragged it back to the house, where Husband RJ and I tore the rest of it off the back of the Tracker.

Result? No more rattle-trap sounds. Completely back to normal.

So why is this in the MS Companion? Well, because, instead of crawling under the darned thing on my back, I can now simply apply a little attention (and Rust Rid) to the patchy rust spots and call it good. Total spent was about $36.00, since my first whack at the muffler did not take. Muffler patch is a wonderful thing.

And I am looking forward to the pleasant, easy task of spraying up old Flipper. It won't be pretty, but it will do.

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Hurts Like Hell

After three days of tramping the banks of the Chemung River south of the city, I am sore and cranky. Twisted my back getting stuff for RiverDogging, but it was totally worth it.

My temples are throbbing, because it is the time of year that brings migraines. No real episodes yet, because when I see one coming, I lie down or get out of the light immediately. Otherwise I simply avoid the situations in the first place.

Back to work tomorrow. Yep. The job is still there.

So far.

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Like it never happened.

Thursday night was horrible, with the loss of two workers who quit. That means that our ad builder is doing the work of three people, because I am not able to contribute much, because I am doing the work of two. I try to get in an ad or two when needed, so I don't overload him further.

The stress is killing us. My boss and I went at it full force, literally shouting at one another. It was a horrific blowup, leaving me traumatized and depressed. I couldn't eat or sleep until work the next night.

He had the perfect right to fire me, and I didn't care. In fact, I dressed extra nice, in case I was escorted to the door.

But it didn't happened. Nothing did. We simply slogged through another awful night.

Maybe we needed to let off steam, but it was very upsetting for me.

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