Just when I thought life could not get any busier, I am proved wrong. That's usually how it works, right? I came down with a sinus infection last Monday- the last week of the month-i.e. super busy time at work. I got an awesome new client thats in a dyer hurry to find a place to live. The culmination of all these things left me with a head full of worry and a few sleepless nights. How am I going to make all this happen? How am I going to find a place in her time frame? How am I going to manage all this while sick? I worked 7 days last week--- and at least 10 hours every one of those days. It was completely exhausting. I felt like I was leaving everyone out. I felt like I was missing the mark... I had a sloppy house and a sloppy appearance that hadn't made its way to the gym in two weeks. Ugh. I needed a little pick me up.
Then this little goon came into my life. I never thought I would be a "cat person" or want a cat inside, but this little boy has brought me so much excitement and happiness. As silly as it may sound, sometimes you need something like a crazy cat to remind you to not take life so seriously.
His name is still up for debate and any input would be appreciated.
Aussie? Brissy? Krispy? Gresham? Abraham Lincoln?
