We're on Day 4.5 of Life with Axel.
He's an old dog, set in his ways. I both feel sorry for him and want to throttle him.
Last night at midnight, I heard a soft-ish, mournful howl. We've been keeping our bedroom door shut at night we don't want him in our bed. I got up to check on him. He was just standing in the middle of the living room floor, howling. I asked him what he wanted. He just stared at me. I thought, Screw you, dog, and went back to bed. At 4 a.m., The Husband heard him howling, got out of bed, let him outside, gave him a snack. Shoot, he wouldn't do that for ME at 4 a.m.! ;)
Project Year 5 is coming along. I hope to finish it tomorrow, but will have to go in early, work through lunch (I do those things, anyway), AND work a little later in the day. Working later tomorrow is a problem; tomorrow is margarita night, and the margarita cannot be delayed (much).
There are probably 10 more years of records to do. At the current rate of 1 year per week, I will be what? - middle of September? - finishing. Hopefully, the volume really will get smaller as the years recede. But The Husband and I have another 3-day road trip in July, and something else planned for August, so that will cut into my work time.
When all of the Project Years are finished, I move on to a different set of records. These records are stored in an unheated, un-air-conditioned place. At first, I will bake, then I will freeze by the time the job is done. Something else to whine about, eh?
I *could* retire in October.
Might do it.
Might not.
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