I spent the last hour snuggling with Husband. "I'm glad to be your wubby" he told me. I'm glad, too.
Today's already been... something. One of my ratties is dying. Well, not just dying. I'm having her put down today. That'll be the second since we moved here. She's not really a surprise, I suppose. She's around 2 1/2-3 years old which is a decent life for a ratty. Still, it hurts.
Meanwhile, I've already gotten a call back from the job I interviewed for, calling for a second interview. And I have an interview for another, similar, job next week.
Things are looking up just past the ratty's inevitable death.
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