No, I'm not trapped, but I do have that in-limbo feeling. I'd mentioned earlier that my present job is no longer secure, that we were scheduled to be laid off sometime before the end of the year, but now even that little bit of information seems doubtful; we may be hanging around until January. And that's when this company will take its fourth name. Three name changes in five years. I really feel sorry for the people who are being forced to transfer, since this company is anything but stable.
I'm also in reading limbo, since I just can't seem to sit down and read much until I get Harry out of limbo. Seven more days until I get my sweaty hands on THE book.
Meanwhile, I have been rather distractible, and have been playing with Foxfire's "Stumble-upon" feature. Gadzooks! It's a new, addictive time-waster. Let's see, I've read about a guy who's just spent $11,000 in vet bills to save his cat, I've learned that armadillos have four babies at a time and they are always all the same sex, and that in Kingsville, Texas, it is against the law for two pigs to have sex on the city's airport property. I've also been gazing at kitten pictures, and if you need an anti-Bush fix, gaze at this.
Wait! I didn't even stop to think about the words armadillo and sex being in the same sentence. That seems twisted. And I'm happy to report that the guy who spent all that money on kitty medical bills got a call from his credit card company, just making sure he was "for real."
Now I'd better get real, stop whinging, and vacuum. Over and out!