Not much is new since I posted last night. I haven't run out to get a colon cleanse or anything. I just felt like posting, I suppose. We bloggers are always talking about ourselves aren't we? Self-centered little boogars aren't we. Sheesh.
It's not like I don't have Mr. Skittles here to talk to all weekend. My daughter is still around, too, although she had to drive home today to pick up something she needed. How's that for being mysterious? Something. OoOoOooo I wonder what it is? Ok. I know what it is, but I'm not telling. The good part is that she's coming back.
You see I'm still in rough shape. I need someone here and since Mr. Skittles has to go to work tomorrow the job falls to my daughter. She's always so good about coming over here when I need her. I can't do a lot of mundane, ordinary things still. I sure as heck can't go outside yet and that means our Hannah dog wouldn't be let out all day if not for Daughter. If you're a praying sort of person please say a thanks that I have her to help me out.
It might come down to looking for a new home for Hannah. This chokes me up to write, much less envision. I can't expect Daughter to stay here forever. I'm not sure how long I'll be housebound. It's not fair for Hannah to be crated 10+ hours a day when Mr. Skittles is at work.
Mr. Skittles starts a three week layoff a week from tomorrow. I have a psyche med review on the 3rd. (I assume I'll get new meds to replace the one that poisoned me.) It'll take a few days to a few weeks for the new med to kick in. I just don't know. I just don't know a lot of things right now. ARG.
So.. not much is new.