The first DM, as you have probably guessed, is Jon, who is on the cusp of becoming Retired Jon. Exciting but a wee bit terrifying. I have already been advised by the many friends who are further down the same path that I am not to expect a happy house cleaner. No kidding. All those years of hope popped like a soap bubble. Some of the gals simply gave me a wordless hug and a whispered “Call me.” Hmmm. I wonder what they meant.
DM 2 is more of a surprise to all concerned. I’ll give you a hint: Mickey Mouse ears. If you guessed Mouse the House Grouse you are wrong. One more hint: walks on four legs and wags his tail. His name is Theodore , a dignified name which conjures bowties and homburgs but he is in fact a dog. And not just any dog but a Skye terrier. The “heavenly breed” won our hearts in the person of Jewell and it has taken years to locate another Skye, for they are rarer than pandas. The selfless act of another dog lover means that he will be ours. Theodore has a chequered past but has not forgotten how to love. You could say “six more sleeps” until we finally meet, but sleep has been eluding me for some reason.
Just like that: from Top Dog (day shift) to Dog #3 in the blink of an eye. So if I seem unusually spaced-out this week, understand that my brain has PTSD: Pre-traumatic Sleepless Disorder. No loud noises, please. A girl can be almost too happy, ya know. And a little nervous about dropping down two ranks.