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There Is More To Life Than Increasing Its Speed

Today was a big day, and it had nothing to do with the holiday. Nope, it marked my first day back to work since we lost Felix. I can’t claim the day was a difficult one. I enjoy what I do and I adore my co-workers. We share common interests and they make me laugh and feel at ease. And I’d talked the husband into baking one of his acclaimed chocolate cakes (aka “the crack cake” - called thusly for its high cocoa content) for me to share with them. So in the morning we got all sugared up, then ordered pizza for lunch, and engaged in some minor Nerf gun skirmishes in the afternoon. No complaints. But I do know my limits. I’m just not ready to go back to working full time. I tire easily and have some healing to do yet. And I want to spend more time with the little man while I still can (he’s in half-day kindergarten for the rest of this schoolyear, next schoolyear it’s first grade all day). So for now I’m going to work part-time. And I’m lucky to work for a company that is okay with that.

In other news, Netflix doesn’t know what to make of the husband. He has eclectic tastes, to be sure, and requests and rates such a strange variety of selections that they seem to be at their wit’s end when it comes to recommending DVDs for him. First off, the number of recommendations he receives has dwindled. Then there’s the matter of quality. His most recent recommendation? The first season of…The Cosby Show. Can I just say wtf?

King of His Castle

too much of a good thing