Daily Diary

Last Monday Curtis applied for a job in Manhatten- well, a head hunter asked him if he were interested in a job there- at least that is how I supposed the thing went. Tuesday he had a phone interview, Wednesday he flew to Manhatten, Thursday he had a job offer, and Friday he accepted. So he leaves tomorrow at 12am- so tonight really. At first, I was just thoroughly happy for him. But this morning when he came by to close up some things, depression set in. Curtis is more like a well liked sibling than my husband's cousin. Sigh. I rather liked taking for granted that he lived two blocks away. It is going to be dreadful with him gone.

In other news, our downstairs floors are, I believe, the filthiest they've ever been. Vivian had to have a bath tonight before bed, if for no other reason, than because she had swiffered the nasty floors by way of drooling copiously and then swiffering her body and legs across the wet areas. She was really the dirtiest that she has ever been. Now she smells like lavender, and her fat little roly poly body, and clean pink cheeks make you want to give her great big squeezes- which I refrain from of course, since she probably would not like it.