I wish I could sing the blues.

Wet smudgy people standing in doorways looked at me like I was a fool walking in the downpour on the way home from work, laughing blissfully. True, the damp coffee stink of me was somewhat distasteful, but luckily no one was getting too close. Now I smell of old coffee and wet dog, which is unsurprisingly, not a winning combination. I feel quite refreshed though.

Jack the wonderdog is much less wonderful today. We are having a bit of a lover's quarrel. He bit my friend last night. Right in the face. Bad dog! Bad! Friend says he is ok and dog has been spoken to harshly, punishing himself allnight much more than I could ever punish him myself. Still, biting people's faces is not ok. (Unless it is done in a loving manner, which in this case, it was not. Bad Bad Dog)

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I am enrolled in a TESOL course for the end of August but am beginning to have the inclination to put it off until next month. It seems I should have a clear idea of where and when I want to leave. And if I want to teach at all. Too bad I am not one of those smart, skilled people who can easily gain employment in foreign countries because of my numerous technical or medical skills. Too bad I am not independently wealthy. Too bad I am not something other than a starry eyes wanderer whose short skill list includes making a decent latte, arranging food in pretty ways and bonding with dogs.

With September looming a few short weeks away I am feeling the need to figure out a plan for myself. A new job, a new place, a new trip. I need to know something is going to change in the fall to ensure that I do not have a mid-autumn freak out at the first signs of frost.