stormdog | Sleeping late, dealing with Rufus

Getting up early for extra tidying didn't work out. Even though I was in bed a few hours earlier than usual, I slept until 5:30 instead of my planned-for 3:30, or even my usual 4:30, so I had to rush through morning stuff and jump in the car.

For no apparently reason, I cannot access Gmail on my work computer, or on the virtual desktop I can access at work via Citrix. Other Google stuff online works for me; I can get Google Docs and Google Calendar. I do not understand what's going on. I tried to add it to Outlook via IMAP, but I have to enable that option in Gmail first, and I cannot get to it.

I'm having trouble managing everything I need to do. I'm going to miss him a lot, but I need to remind the shelter to find a place for Rufus ASAP. Being in a crate for 12 hours a day isn't fair to him and I'm not able to give him medication on a schedule that's best for him.

I'm so tired and feeling overwhelmed by all the stuff at my place. I should be trying to sell some of it, but I just don't know. I thought I'd swiftly have all the stuff I'm donating hauled to Goodwill after Danae left, but I haven't managed to get there even once.

If anyone has extra boxes, by the way, I could really use some.

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I talked to the shelter; they have been working hard to find someone who can foster Rufus, but he's quite a handful. In retrospect, I guess not a lot of people are willing to deal with an epileptic Chihuahua who needs medicine three times a day and who pees on stuff in the house any time he can get away from people long enough and who becomes a barking, snarling missile when he encounters other people and dogs...

I dunno. I guess I can't objectively evaluate dogs that way in the sense of whether I want them around or not. For me, if a dog isn't actively and intentionally trying to hurt me, I just want to love it and take care of it. Rufus has problems, sure, but I work around them.

Despite all of that, he's so sweet and loving and snuggly... I know it's a bad idea to have him around for the condo showings, but I can't let him go back into the shelter just for that. I am one-hundred percent certain that would trigger major depression for me. I'll put him in his crate on the far side of the bed when I leave for work for the day, and that will minimize his interactions with visitors. But I just can't put him back in the shelter.

I could use some reassurance about this. I'm not changing my mind, but it's weighing on me.