Is this the calm before the storm?
As of 7:41 am Saturday morning, the nut in me has behaved disarmingly ok about Muse Adoption Day on the 19th.
While there’s been a nominal amount of anxiety over working out the details of my potcake’s first days with me, doubt over adopting the rescue has not once knocked me to the floor and bloodied me to a self-deprecating pulp.
How utterly odd.
Oh, this calm will no doubt break soon and break spectacularly…
But I simply don’t care. This is happening. I will duct-tape this nutshell together if I have to, but I’m going to Tampa to get my dog!
(And the clouds begin to swirl.)