So, I’ve recently decided that I’m going to remain in Texas…at least until I retire from my current job. And I guess I could stop calling it a job and refer to it as what it has actually become: my career. I have 15½ years left before I’m eligible for retirement. I’ll still be relatively youngish…50. That’s still young enough to get training in another, non-physically demanding field (I’m thinking medical billing and coding or something similar) and work that until I can no longer work.
After I had come to this decision, my apartment complex found out about my cat, Vladimir. I have gotten away with not paying the pet deposit for 3 years now. It was bound to happen eventually that I would get found out. So, I’ve now paid the pet deposit. I figure that since I’ve paid the pet deposit I might as well get the second cat I’ve been wanting for quite some time now. I’m going to make myself wait until the fall because I need to finish some repairs on my car first. But I’ll be getting me an orange tabby. If it’s a girl, I’ll name her Olivia. If it’s a boy, Dexter.