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2003-02-08 - 5:06 p.m.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in The Dog House. Well, this particular dog house, anyway. I have been in a few other dog houses during the past several weeks, but those are stories for later.

We’ve been struggling through some hectic and crazy days in the work place the last few months, and all indications are we’ll continue the struggle. Money for the education game in Missouri is in serious trouble, which means funding programs is becoming more difficult. A threat has now come from the feds, their dollars are shrinking. Odd how there doesn’t seem to be a lack of money for sports programs or other fat in the schools. Locally, in addition to money woes and wars, we continue our on-going in-house battle of differing opinions and approaches to student needs. Same old shit. A hamster on the tread mill.

Our winter, though not especially cold and snowy, is brown and gray. Boring. Exhausting. Many days I stare out my office windows dreaming of the lake and the boat. When I finally snap back to reality I’m immediately pissed off knowing we’ve several weeks to go before we can shrug off the winter doldrums.

I’ve gone back on as a adjunct instructor at the college. Something I said I would never do when I resigned the job two years ago. I got caught in a weak moment, I guess. Now, naturally, I’m angry with myself for getting sucked back into it. A little bit of passive-aggressive rearing its ugly head. I’ve agreed only to be on staff for this semester, 16 weeks. Not all that long, but long enough to throw a cog into my late afternoons--and sometimes late nights reading and grading student works. Bleeds away my dormant, do nothing but sit on my butt and read time.

All of the above have kept me away from this page. Or at least those are the excuses I’ve been giving myself. I’m damned good at believing those excuses, too! I could also say I haven’t had a damned thing worth writing about. Laziness is alive and well in my head.

Both dogs are well. However, Blue is showing her age. She stumbles and trips up and falls a lot more now than she did last summer. She’s on a daily arthritis med (to the tune of a dollar a day. Christ!), but she still walks around like a drunken sailor. Emma is fat and lazy and continues to raise the roof with her snoring. King kitty reigns in the sun room. He’s claimed the wicker couch out there and sleeps away the cold winter nights. Sometimes all night if I forget he’s there.

Not much to say. Just thought I’d try to grease the wheel and maybe eventually get back to writing something on a more regular basis.

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