Life updates for interested parties:
My Cat Lady Hand
My hand is still not healed. The week before last, the skin on my finger literally shed like a snake in one long, thick sheath. So gross and awesome at the same time. However, it revealed some very pink, sensitive skin, and that bothers me more than not being able to bend my fingers. Yes, fingers. I can't make a fist with my right hand, and therefore have trouble gripping, opening, pulling, or essentially fully using my right hand. Time will heal it, allegedly.
I haven't run since my disappointing 5k in May, and I haven't really wanted to. Unfortunately, my legs are the only part of my body that I can effectively exercise at this point in time.
Work & Marriage
Work is nutso, because we're experiencing a ton of growth, and along with it, growing pains. It's great but uncomfortable, as change has a tendency to be. Also, while I've probably alluded to it in previous posts, John also works here, which means we spend almost every waking minute within 30 feet of each other. This adds an interesting dynamic to our relationship. Not bad, just different than what the average couple experiences.
In other "working with your spouse" perks, John and I are off to Boston next week to call on a customer. I'm mostly going along for the ride. I've never been to Boston and I'm really excited!
Also, we've been married for six months already! How crazy is that?
Carl the Cat
Carl got locked in our linen closest (accidentally) last night and peed in there. Poor guy. He usually spends most of his time in our backyard, hunting for things (usually bugs and grass) and then trying to bring his finds inside our house.
G & G
I'm still going over to my grandparents on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, which are the mornings we don't have a nurse in. I also call every night to make sure the day went okay, and just to talk with my grandpa. They are both slowing down considerably, so I'm cherishing the time I have with them. (Being able to go there three mornings a week is also a perk of working for my dad.)
It's not an exaggeration to say that I feel grateful for my life, all aspects, every day.
But don't you dare call me an optimist.