Back to Work

Well, the Mrs. is going back to work this week. She found herself a real job again, almost a year and a half after quitting her previous one due to dissatisfaction, stress, and all those other things that tend to make people want to quit jobs. She's been home the past two months after finishing a five-month temp job, so having a steady income again will be welcome.

Of course, given the state of the economy some compromise was inevitable, and she will be making significantly less money than before, but it's full-time work in her chosen field, work that has meaning for her and helps others, and an opportunity for her to gain valuable experience in a more administrative role.

In any situation like this, it takes a week or two to adjust to having to get up and successfully execute a morning routine after an extended period of leisure. But I think the dog is going to have to undergo the biggest adjustment: her favored person has been home with her nearly every day, and now she's abruptly going to be left alone for most of each day. She spends most of that time asleep, so it's not quite as traumatic as it might seem.