August 2

This has been a quiet week, other than a trip to the downtown farmer's market, not much occurred. A friend of Carol's came and spent the night, so I suppose that constitutes a huge event given that she was the first, and, so far, only overnight guest we have had. Daphne seems to be doing better, her ears look good, she is not scratching, and she is running away from me as I try to gather her up and stuff a pill down her tiny throat with my big mitts. Only another two days of pills left though, so soon that ordeal will be over. She has been remarkably gentle with me, only a few bites to show for the struggle, no scratches.

Two days and I will be going full blast on my fall program. Monday I start doing my training/syllabus polishing course. I am not as nervous about this as I was about beginning the program last year. Of course, I am far enough into the entire program that I really have no choice but to carry on even though my feet are voting for a visit to some very distant climates. Do you think they could find me if I migrated to the outback of Australia?

We watched Pink Floyd's The Wall this week. I can't help but think of the bathroom scene where Pink sits singing his new song: I want to take of this uniform and leave the show, but I'm sitting here cause I have to know, have I been guilty all this time.

Ahh well, in two days I will be too busy to feel nervous and anxious.