Mishmash...

What a week.  Loads of angst, lots of extra work--both computer and regular life stuff--and a nuclear brain bomb. Goes without saying, I'm very glad it's Friday.

Still had some hacker issues to sort yesterday, so that's two days buggered by the sleazeball, though hopefully it's over.  Unfortunately I now have so many new passwords, I'll probably end up having to hack my own system just to get online!

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At one point in the late afternoon yesterday, I was walking through the living area and noticed Max all sprawled and cozy in the Reading Chair--and yes, deliberate caps; it's the best chair in the world for reading and deserves the recognition.  I grabbed the camera, though with his unrelenting fears, I expected him to fly off the chair and run into the bedroom before I'd even snapped the photo.

But no.

I was stunned.  Two years, and at last we've finally made some real progress.  Look at my wee boy.  Not a sign of his usual terror.  Maybe because his ever-faithful bunny is close at hand...er...paw...?

It's huge that he didn't move when I took these photos.  It often takes a long time for rescue dogs to find their way in a new home, and also to realize they don't need to cower or run away in fear.  It made me very happy to get these pictures.

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When was the last time--if ever--you went to your town's Visitor's Center?  These are very cool and interesting places to find out more about where you live, have new adventures exploring, or wander about gathering brochures and magazines, postcards and tourist souvenirs.

This morning, after walking the boys, I went to the Visitor's Center to find a brochure about the Big Blast that Alan's/my nephew in Scotland had emailed me about a week or so ago.  The very kind woman who was working there today found me the exact thing I was looking for, then took me around the room, adding more and more to my pile.  With each brochure, she gave me a little history, a local anecdote or story; it was so entertaining, and enlightening.  By the time I left, I had an armful of itineraries, mags and future adventures to plan for in the coming Weeks of the 52s.

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And speaking of the 52s.  I got a bit sidetracked by the turkey hacker, but still managed to carry on with my project for this week.  If all goes well, I will post about it on Sunday.  It's been a fun endeavor, and no doubt the end result will be a necessary additive to either fuel my fire, or dampen it.

We'll just have to see on Sunday...

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On my way home, I stopped at my favorite coffee drive-thru place for my Friday treat.  In the change I received another Where's George dollar bill.  I couldn't wait to get online and see how long it had been traveling, and from what distance.

Ah well.  Every journey begins with a single step.  The bill has only gone 52 miles, in 175 days.  Just 52 crummy little miles south of where I am right this minute. 

So now the next step is up to me.  I'm planning a trip up north to visit my sister in a month or two.  I think I'll take the dollar with me and find a busy place to send it on its way.  At least that would be better than taking months to go 52 miles...


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N.B.  Oops.  I had the wrong link for the Big Blast.  If anyone's interested, I have fixed it so the real story can be read, with some photos, too.