So yesterday afternoon after a long period of suffering, I finally lost my mind at work and wrote a (hopefully fairly professional) serious and out on a limb letter to my boss about being miserable in my job and office and telling her that I am looking for a new job. I will surely suffer the fallout today, and while I'm more than justified in having these feelings and expressing them and I did it in a fairly respectful manner, I can't remember the last time I've been so terrified to go to work.

And my puppy (ok, he's four, but he will always be a puppy to me) is going in today for tumor removal surgery for a tumor that may or may not be something very serious (about a 50-50 shot depending on what the biopsy reveals). This kind of tumor has four typical kinds of types associated with it. One is benign and no big deal, pretty superficial. One is serious, but if caught early and totally removed with safe margins the dog has a good chance of survival (but if it's caught late it's very bad). The other two are very serious, and usually mean a short time of survival with poor prognosis no matter what treatment. My poor baby. Cross your paws that the surgery goes smoothly for the first step, then that it's the best of the four options.

I'm also exhausted because we stayed up late watching last night's meteor shower (the geminid shower). It was worth it, they were bright and long lasting last night and it wasn't nearly as cold as it's been watching them in previous years. You may still see a few tonight, but last night was the peak. They eminate from the north/northeast quadrant of the sky for this shower, but by 11:30 or so last night we saw them almost directly overhead. The hubster is the only person ever who has wanted to stay up late (or get up in the middle of the night) and freeze our behinds off to see meteors. I sure do love him.