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This is the first day I've woken not feeling as if my head were trapped in a vise. I managed to sleep last night without the Nyquil, though I had terrible, terrible dreams. Here I am at work, feeling slightly less than enthused. I have no motivation now that I'm leaving. Just marking time. I am trying not to short change my newbies of precious instruction. I'm going to write short stories in my notebook until I have to do real work.

One of the new girls, Michelle, understands Luby's. She eats the exact same meal every time just like me! She also gets the fried fish/double macaroni! Her boyfriend also likes meatloaf. I think we could be friends.

poor kitties

Apparently the woman we adopted Koshka from, the woman running the rescue kitty group, had 48 cats seized from her home on November 8th. She's facing animal cruelty charges. There was a cat who'd been dead in the closet for a month. Whiskey Tango foxtrot? She didn't set off any alarm bells in my dealings with her, aside from having a car stuffed to the brim with things. I wonder if she is a hoarder. I'm guessing so. Animal hoarding is a very interesting facet of dealing with the elderly and disabled clients who may have mental health issues.

The Humane Society runs the only no-kill shelter in town. Please consider donating to them if you can. They have taken twenty eight of the cats into their already busy shelter, and are providing medical care.

http://www.austinhumanesociety.org/

I'm really still a bit shocked. Not that such things are beyond realm of possibility, but I pride myself on having a good radar for people who are a bit off kilter. I'm so profoundly glad we rescued Koshka, and he didn't stay in this home.