Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

Hemmy was at the Vet's again overnight this week. Medicine and an x-ray and $135 later--thank God small town Midwest living is cheap!--and all the Vet could come up with is that he thinks poor Hemmy is anxious and causing his own symptoms.  The Vet asked if there was any extra stress at home--CHECK any changes in our enviornment--CHECK had I been working later and/or been out of town--CHECK and CHECK Poor Hemmy has probably been feeling as overwhelmed as me lately; this was the most stressful summer that I think I've ever experienced. Summer Reading was great, but exhausting. I've had 2 staff decide to retire early. That means I've been going through the hiring process AGAIN. I have a budget meeting before our county budget commission to explain why I shouldn't lose any funds. Covering vacation at work, this week alone already worked two 12 hour days, and another 10 hour day. My house was hit hard by all the rain and a problematic situation was made worse...

Someone prefers naps to packing boxes. And the cat does too. The move is plodding along. I finished painting the living room and hallway yesterday; 2 coats primer, 2 coats paint to cover up the monstrosity that was a room consisting of: rust red, vomitrocious green, and dish water dirty brown. Still trying to understand that motif. I've slowly been taking batches of boxes over as layers of paint were drying. My hope is to finish getting all boxes moved by this weekend. We'll begin sleeping there Friday night, and furniture will be delivered next Saturday. So close! I'll be happily settled before Christmas! As most moves go, I find, this is happening while we're super busy at work: book groups, Santa's visit, holiday movies, and Gingerbread houses are all on the calendar this week and next; our Holiday Silent Auction winds down soon; and we're again doing Feet for Fines (folks bring in new socks, shoes, etc. and we clear their fines). Counting down the ...

It is hard to think of something as grand to write about as Europe...so, as I recoup, I'll share a picture of my adorable furry son, Hemmy.

I'm officially camping, hopefully when this posts I'll still be sleeping. Since I won't be writing today, thought I would share this sweetness. My cat, Hemingway, loves to jump into bed with me right when I've gotten comfortable, propped up on my elbows with a good book. He curls up against me, occasionally putting his paw over the page so I can't read, his sure signal I'm not petting him enough.  Just look at this handsome devil!