and on the edge of the big great meltdown that's been rising in my throat.
oh, how it wants to let loose and hurl profanities about self-serving bosses or the profound stupidity of the masses abandoning unwanted pets.

one month. a good one. a decent one. one that's okay. filled with "alright" and "that's good". where phone calls are returned, inquiries answered. and the dogs and cats with no homes have their day and eat it too.