I wasn't going to post this morning, but when I looked at my blog, it does not appear correctly - my title and top and bottom bar are there, and nothing more...so this is a "test" post.
Things are ticking along here...this will be day three on the new job, and I am tired beyond belief. In the past year, I have forgotten how OLD and not healthy I am...but still, I will be able to physically do it, once I have gotten used to doing it. The work will be challenging, once I figure out what the previous person has done, at this point...it's a mess.
Mark and I are still apart - and are okay with it. CrazyDog is not feeling quite the same, however. She is having larger issues than normal, and for that, I feel very bad. We have talked about the two of them coming back home for that reason but have decided that isn't why we want to reconcile...so I don't know. I have to admit I have been so wiped out at night that being here alone has been wonderful. I knew that I would be that way...when I am tired and fed up, I just want to be left alone. I don't think that's a good way to be when one is part of a couple. Often, my issues are not with Mark, they are with everyone. That alone, sort of scares me and what it means for us. Today, he is bringing the dog here for the day and he and I are supposed to have dinner together. If he doesn't bring her with him, then he has to hurry back to our old house an hour and a half away, to let her out, so there would be no opportunity to see him at all. Poor old CrazyDog....she will be the death of us. She is seriously old and crazy, but physically---she just keeps on ticking. I knew we should have named her Timex.