“One more dawn. One more day. ONE DAY MORE!”
– Les Miserables (musical)
Up before six, at work before seven, the landlord never showed up to our appointment to check us out, the first solid food I had all day was at nearly 8pm, and I scribble this to you from a kitchen table as I work frantically away for some clients. Though I may throw in the towel soon, put on a movie and slowly collapse into a puddle as I should be folding laundry. Better yet I may shower and blow dry my hair. Tomorrow the chapter of my PD life comes to a close, and I’m ready. One day more!
Small Dog Syndrome 
Sing this to yourself tomorrow: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg
Then, call me when you’re done. WOO, C!
You’re PD perspectives on human nature will be missed. I can’t wait to hear about your new adventures. Good luck!
Oh, human commentary won’t go anywhere – that’s the beauty of people, we’re everywhere! đ