it's already september

For some reason, I feel like this year has flown by. Maybe it's because I have a routine now.

I get up. I take the dogs out. I untangle myself from the leashes. I shower and get ready for my day. I drive to work and remember how much I hate traffic. I work--more recently it's been a very painful experience. I go home for lunch. I let out the dogs. I drive back to work and somehow survive the next few hours. I go home from work. I let the dogs out. I watch Will & Grace. And at some point, if there's nothing planned for the evening, I go to bed late and restart the wonderful cycle.

Lately, things have been different though. I have an itch for a change. I need to move on. I need to get out of this state. I need to figure out what I am doing with my life and I'm pretty damn sure that it's not Information Technology. So, I'm planning on law school. Of course, that would involve me actually completing an application. Ugh.

After all, all of my friends are leaving this state. Apparently, the time is now for departure from the monotony. But I've tried to have a little fun and do something a little different. That all ended well, resulting in my knee injury. Lesson learned: Never let the man drive. Now, my knee injury is my biggest frustration. I have to go to physical therapy to regain mobility. It's an emotionally exhausting process.

And now, this weekend, my foster dog is getting adopted. He's going to live with a family that I hope will do very well with him. Buster, the dog, has seizures and has to get daily medication. He's a very happy dog and very sweet. He and my little Nora love to play together. I'm going to miss him. Nora's going to miss him. It's so sad to see Nora sad.