involves me giving my two weeks’ notice. Starting tomorrow. Although, from what I’ve seen, they’ll probably tell me, “If you don’t want to be here, we’d rather you not be here. Today’s your last day.” My new job starts in two weeks, plus a few days for recuperation (very thoughtfully allowed me by my new manager). Which means that we’ll be able to go to The Fair. Dress code is business casual; no more jeans and company-branded t-shirts. I have some shopping to do! Luckily, there’s one in the Cortlandt Town Center, so I can go try on and not worry about stuff looking like shit not fitting.
Knitting news: I finished Zeke’s second pair of booties/socks! I almost got them all matchy-matchy; they’re just a little off. I’m glad I’m not obsessed about stuff like that. Here’s another picture with a quarter thrown in so you can see just how teeny they are!
Gratuitous pictures of Mademoiselle Pyewacket: 
Our neighbor to the north of us gave us a glowing recommendation for her cat-sitter, Libby. Libby came over on Saturday to meet the kids and us, and we were both instantly smitten. She’s a real cat lady, and the kids really seemed to take to her nicely. So I’ll have no worries (I’ll worry anyway, this is me we’re talking about) when we go away, and I won’t have to guilt my mom into driving 45 minutes each way to feed the beasties. I’m going to be demonstrating spinning at The Fair, on my wheel!
