The units closest to my office are kids with Pervasive Developmental Disorders, like autism; the other unit is little kids with psychotic and mood disorders. Some of them have been pretty badly abused, and if they had a low threshold to develop a psychiatric disorder, well, the abuse helped make it happen.
They come unglued pretty fast, bolting away from their escorts, and run, sometimes they unroll the fire hoses and set off the fire alarm, trying various doorknobs as they go, pull pictures off the wall, (most are bolted on or painted directly onto the wall) and sweep things off counters. It's a temper tantrum, cubed.
I'm used to it, I guess. But there's always that awkward moment when I have a new family in my office and the screaming starts.
But I can tell, by the way their eyes dart between me and the direction of the screams, that they are having trouble not paying attention to that.
I suppose everyone has some idiosyncrasies about where they work. This is mine. Oh, and the printer breaks down a lot, too.
12. Suddenly Chloe from the Humane society decides to be finicky. She hates her new expensive, high quality dog fodo; she isn't having it. So, FINE. I'll switch her back to the cheap stuff. Whatever. Dogs are truly the rednecks of the animal world. I suppose cheap dog food is her equivalent of a maple espresso bacon donut.*
I'm not. But I will be happy to be done with this latest round of busy work and classes that I must attend even though I've recently passed their subject on a licensing exam.
8. With regard to Chloe's pickiness, you may ask why I would allow myself to be manipulated by a dog who holds her breath until she gets to eat what she wants.
Last week, Chloe was outside while we were inside, and she was barking like hell at the ground. We had just come back from a hike with our 3 and 5 years old niece and nephew. When I looked out, I saw a 3' rattlesnake coiled up, just outside the window.
Eventually, it uncoiled and started slithering away. I watched it carefully - from inside - slither alongside the house while Sweet Baboo called to find out that a local wrangler charged $160, for the trip. Then it turns out, we have a next door neighbor who has lived here for thirty years, and he used a pipe and a rope and dispatched it quickly. He took it out into the desert and let it go. I have mixed feelings about that. But it's not in my yard any more. We bought him a pie. The neighbor, not the snake.
As you can imagine, Chloe got a reward too:
7. Since then, Chloe has saved us from a resident small desert tortoise, twice:
6. *these exist. And that's their spelling, not mine. I confess to being curious; were I a pork eater. But having seen too many episodes of House, I do not eat three food groups: pork, unpasteurized cheese, and uncooked fish. I stalk danger in other ways, like driving on the freeway.
5. I learned a neologism today for certain alternative "treatments" that have no empirical support:
Bye-bye, lazy Saturday and Sunday mornings. It was nice knowing you. By the way, I'm HUNGRY.
3. My foot pain appears to be gone. It hurt right up until Sunday, and then stopped. Maybe the kicking in the swim did something? I don't care; it's gone now. As uninspired as I was about IM Utah, I'm getting pretty excited about the Oklahoma Redman.
2. I have provided this link before, but here it is again: This is the basis of my training plans. I move the Saturday runs to Sunday, and on Saturday I bike.
1. #1 On hold for the Thursdsay morning workout.... the plan is to run to the pool, swim, and run back. I have to get a total of 6 miles of running, and 1500 meters of swimming. I'll change this when it's done and report on how it went.
LATER: It didn't. I overslept. Oh, well. I'll swim tomorrow, run later today. Cheers!