The good news- I found out Thursday that I pretty much got that job I’d been posting about. They just needed to call my references before they could make the ‘formal offer.’ :thumb:
The bad news- My dog died this morning. Eight year old Jack Russell Terrier. I found her on the couch when I woke up this morning. Looked like she was taking a nap, but she was limp when I checked on her. I bawled like a big blubbering baby, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got some more in me. :*(
Her name was Olive, on the left. Sorry for the lame mask and lousy phone-cam quality.
