We interrupt this "Einstein wears me out" sleep to bring you updates.

Me: The swelling in my face is gone as far as I can tell and I have such little bruising now that I feel comfortable going out in public- which is highly necessary because now my hair looks like white trash. The pain in my face comes and goes, but is manageable for the most part. In the past week, I've taken 3 pain pills at the most. This not chewing business is the pits. I hate to even post this because I'm going to get a 'what for', but I can't really dig up any sort of desire to eat the stuff I can eat anymore. The blending, the lack of variety- it's all so tedious. Of course, that's making me really 'fainty' all day long, even after I've walked around for a while, and that's not something I need right now. I guess I've pinpointed for sure where the fainting comes in- it's either due to not having enough calories or perhaps it's some sort of hypoglycemic issue. Just something to talk to my doctor about when she's back from maternity leave.

I'm not job hunting/gig searching in earnest yet. I go in spurts. Maybe it's the safety of still be employed through January 29th. (very stupid reason but the best I can come up with right now. If I were to be truthful with myself, I’d have to admit that I’m burned out.)

Einstein: One accident in two days. WOWEE! Today is his 7 week birthday and he's doing very well on the training. I've caved in to my own personal need for sleep and bought a really big cage (with a top) that his little crate, a wee wee pad, and a play area fit in. I wait until his last potty and burst of energy of the night and put him in there at about midnight, 1am. Yup, he hollers his little head off, but stops and sleeps for a couple hours before starting all over with the poor pitiful me routine. BJ is wearing earplugs and I'm sleeping right through it. (go drugs!). He's not traumatized by the cage, because he'll go in it to get a drink of water and sometimes piddle during the day (on the wee wee pad in the cage), so I'm comfortable in him getting used to it without fear that I'm scarring him for life. Crate training is going great too. He'll lay in there to sleep and will even go in there to play and stay with the door open.

He's mastered fetch and is today learning "sit". He's sort of getting it, but usually just parks his little butt for only a spit second. I'll have to teach him to sit and wait for it. He really is a great little puppy except for when he gets overstimulated. Then he goes to crazy town. I'm starting to put him in time out (less than two minutes) in his crate when he does that because he really goes CRAZY. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde crazy. That always works.

I'm planning to clean the floors today and thought I'd pull out my Roomba. That ought to make for some fun video, eh?

BJ: No job yet, but it's not for lack of networking and applying for jobs. He is very well known in his industry and has had a lot of people call him telling him just what they thought of the rotten deal he got. Apparently word gets around. He has lots of eyes out looking for a job for him. He's decided that the Cadillac was a bad idea, so we're trying to sell it on Craigs List. If we do, we do. If we don't, we don't. Maybe I'm on too many mood-leveling drugs because I'm feeling awfully nonchalant about this. Or is it my faith that everything always works out. Whichever it is, shouldn't I be feeling a little freaked out?

While writing this post, I made some grits (eating them now)- took Einstein outside for walkees and am now running the Roomba. I think he'll need to be a little older before he'll think it's fun. Right now, he's glued to my side and want's nothing to do with it.