Bleaaghhh

OK, so there's always a hangover from attending a con. I expect the exhaustion and con crud. If I've worked the con as a dealer and/or the art show, there's often pain involved from more heavy lifting and standing than I'm used to. In the case of EMC, there's a lengthy drive in the van, which requires a lot of strength from my neck and shoulders that I don't really have. And the usual pileup of e-mails, newspapers, blogs, tv shows, etc that accumulated while I was gone.

But I have a few extra hangovers this time. Wachovia is the office's largest client by volume, and we have no idea who owns them now. Neither do they. We have no idea whether the new ownership will keep or dump the departments we work for, or keep us for that matter. So there's that to worry about.

And the biggie - although the weekend went well dog-wise (CJ wore out Scott but no damage or serious injury occurred and Roxie was apparently quite the jolly little dog with CJ gone) it wasn't enough for my mother. Probably didn't help that virtually the first thing CJ did upon arriving home was to attack Roxie again. In any event, CJ is to be gone from our home, permanently, by Friday at the latest. :(  I never stopped looking for someone to take her, but hadn't had any luck and now I'll have to turn her in to a shelter. CJ is my best friend. This is ripping me apart.