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I took Dex to the vet today for a vaccine update, and he now weighs 60 lbs. Woohoo! Also, this pic is nearly his norm now when he lays on the couch, except that the pillow usually isn't there, and instead he just lays his head across the arm of the couch. He's fantastic, and I'm so glad I have him here with me when Joe's gone. Which is all the time. In fact, Joe called me from Battery Park in NYC today. Dick.

So today is my day off before I work the next 7 days or so. I don't know what I'd hoped to accomplish today other than being lazy and sleeping, and I believe I got that done. Ooh, and I need to make a dental appointment. Yes. At work the last few days I've been in Admissions as a fill in for the day shift social worker. It's been pretty busy in there...soooo many suicidal folks, but it's good. Time goes by really fast, and I'm getting better and better with knowing what I'm doing. Competency is always good. I'm still intimidated by the psychiatrists I work with, but they are respectful and actually do ask my opinion. This is good practice for one day when I hopefully get a job on post as an LCSW. Booya.

Now onto more important things. Lately, I feel like my blogs have been lacking. Like all the funny shit I see or think about during the course of a day is immediately forgotten as soon as I start writing a new post. I don't know why that's happened. Bah. One thing I do remember is something that happened last night. I was sitting on the couch eating dinner (because why not) while Dexter tossed his ball around the living room by a convenient flap he's pulled down off the side. In the past I've seen him make some pretty good tosses - once into frame of the TV, into walls, onto shelves, etc. But last night, as I looked down at my food, I heard a disturbance in my glass of milk sitting on the coffee table. I glanced up to find a nervously excited Dexter staring wide-eyed at my still upright glass of milk with his tennis ball plopped perfectly in it. My glass never teetered; the ball had gone straight in. I couldn't even be mad.

I know there's been other stuff, but I'm blank. I'm sure most of it has to do with Dexter anyway, and if I talk about him too much, it just starts to get creepy. But I love him, my constant companion. I love Joe, my pseudo companion, as well, but this trip has been the hardest so far. This is week...what is it...7 out of the last 8 that he hasn't been here. He came home just enough to get me pretty down about him leaving so soon again for this trip. Also, he hasn't had a lot of time to call me and when he does it's not always convenient for me. I get so tired of having to be the accessible one. As I've bitched before, it is maddening because I become this conundrum of a wife in that I miss Joe but get mad when he does call because I didn't get to talk to him when I wanted to. It also doesn't help that lately when he calls he's already either tired or pissed off. Yay.

But enough of that. I have a job. I have a dog. I have friends who understand. I have vacations to book. I have houses to consider buying. And now it's time to call what will hopefully be my new dentist. Happy weekend, y'all.