Last week, I mentioned that my MS was going into a relapse. It has. So far, it’s been mild, but it’s still happening. Usually, the numbness is more pronounced on my left side, but this time, the numbness is in my right hand. I’ve also been really tired lately. That’s expected. So I’ve been sleeping as much as the dogs will let me. The good part is that I’ve been getting more exercise than usual by walking the dogs. This will pass—soon, I hope.
For the past six months or so, I’ve been saying that I love my job and I love living in Providence. The commute is the compromise. When the commute becomes too much, one of the other two will have to go. The last two weeks have made me realize that the commute has been sucking the life out of me. It’s time for one of the other two to go. The fact that I absolutely love my job and that my landlord is a douchebag have made that decision a little easier. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be living much closer to Boston in October.
I have really mixed feelings about this. But I know it’s something I need to do—for me. My co-worker Debbie and I were talking about this last week, and being the ever-so-analytical one that she is, Debbie asked what my criteria was. Obviously, I want to be along the T or commuter rail, no more than zone three. I won’t drive into Boston every day. The other thing is that I want a place that’s pet friendly.
So the past few days, I’ve been watching craigslist for something. I also found a couple of things in Paul and Beth’s neighborhood. Not only that, I’ve put the word out at work that I’m looking for a place. I need to make some phone calls and see what I can do, but I’m pretty confident that things will work out.
I want a dalmatian and her name shall be Spanner. I probably won’t get a dalmation because they need too much room to run. But does anybody know why I would name a dalmatian Spanner?