No photo today because the photo would be of my beautiful Niya. She is no more. She had probably been ill for a very long time, but she didn’t show it until the last couple of weeks. So, after daily trips to the veterinarian for a few days, he did blood tests which revealed that my kitty was very ill. Kitty chemo is not something I would consider for an 11 year old cat. So on Monday morning, I loaded her into her carrier and took her for one last trip to the vet. So sad, I thought I might fall apart. But I didn’t.
I got the call last Monday, Dec. 28, with the job offer. THE job. Yay. I got the job. Thank God. I start on Monday, Jan. 11.
I am very excited about the job. And I am marveling at the fact that I was able to get a job (a good job) at the age of 64. It is a miracle.
This morning I am taking a trial drive at rush hour to make sure I can get there in an hour. It is 32 miles away, most of them on the most ridiculously traffic-y interstate highway. One of those roads built in the 60s, with very little work since then. Crumbling bridges, etc.