Friday, Friday, Friday

Jim made it in just fine last night. I met him downtown for dinner. Mom stayed home to recuperate. I think she was glad to have an evening in. Jim and I went to a nice little sushi place in town, and then we walked over to Papa Haydn’s for desert. Afterwards we went to coffee. Poor Jim was exhausted, but he was a trooper and ran around with me. When we got back to the house I gave him a tour of his new home. He seemed to be agreeable. He too liked the yard.

Jim took me to work this morning so he could have the car. He and mom went to breakfast together, and now they are running around, going to target, and stuff. I am jealous. The day here at work is just dragging on and on. I keep looking at the clock.