When I got home from work Friday night, I didn't make it all the way in through the back door when Ozzie promptly overturned his waterbowl, sending a minor flood across the entire kitchen.
I feared a repeat performance when I arrived home this evening after being away for about 45 hours. Instead, he was a barking moving target. But now he is lying beside me, curled near my hip, content to have me back within his visual range and furry reach.
I had an incredible weekend. In fact, that seems much too weak a word to describe Friday evening through late afternoon today. Thank you especially to The MonkeyGirl for once again being my roomie and making this such a wonderful way to start a new year.
And thank you to all those fearsome women who laughed, ate, cropped, shared, sang, traveled, joked, danced, snacked, shopped, searched, loaded, unloaded, and pooled money in Powerball with me. (We didn't win. But guess what: NEITHER DID ANYONE ELSE!!
So, I can't retire yet and I DO have to go to work tomorrow. I haven't yet downloaded my pictures from the weekend so there are some incredible laughs in my immediate future -- and something I'll laugh at again and again as I preserve in the more distant future.