(…and a pitcher of Margaritas.)
Hats off to my wife, Nettl, for surviving the last two weeks. For those who don’t know, she’s been making the transition between two jobs and today is her last day at the Cat Clinic. On Monday she begins full-time at the Eye Clinic. For the past two weeks she’s been working with the cats in the morning, coming home at 1:00 to grab something to eat and change out of her surgical scrubs, only to dash out the door for her afternoons with the optically impaired. It can’t be easy clipping tomcats’ balls in the morning and fitting eyeballs for contacts, glasses and bifocals in the afternoon.
You made it, Babe. I’m so proud of you!