SubscribeBarry and Reggie were taking a walk outside the condo last night, and were trying to attract Bern’s attention–hence the being distracted while on the phone (sorry!). Barry and Reggie are two parts of a trio (with Jean) who split their residence between Maryland and Florida during the year. All three of them seem to love their time in Florida, and hate coming back to Maryland–I don’t really know why they don’t put the Maryland condo on the market and live in Florida ful-time. Reggie (short for Regina) is a maltese who has increasingly grown out of her shyness over the past three years, and enjoys being approached by Bern and playing with her a bit. I let Bern off her leash last night to play with Reggie, and get attention from Barry.
The good news about work: other than a few transcript errors that need to be fixed (don’t get me started, but a few people who run certain reports to place notes on transcripts do NOT double-check their work, and take their own sweet time in fixing the errors that they created that negatively affect GPA and credit totals), spring diplomas are all printed and will go in the mail on July 6. The timing is due only to the fact of where the 4th holiday falls on the calendar, since many people are taking off for a long holiday and I don’t want a diploma to sit unattended at anyone’s house July 2-6 during that long weekend. I have July 3 off, and am not sure whether Mike does or does not. The odd news about work: the ‘everyone-has-to-know-everything-about-how-my-life-is’ people at work have been out in full force this week. It occasionally pops up, where i (and others) learn about the marital skirmishes in the office, usually over benign things like thermostat settings, how the dishwasher is loaded (or not), phonecalls from retired significant others at the grocery store to their spouses who are still working, “tweaking” of backs (not referring to significant injuries), the odd “don’t you feel that 2-3 month breaks should be allowed for couples to take without penalty?” “the real housewives of new jersey is fascinating” ”i really think that person X on america’s next top model should win” out-loud musings that really exist beyond my boundaries of workplace comfort. The ‘real housewives of new jersey’ isn’t really inappropriate for work conversation, but it definitely treads in the realm of “bad taste”. Which isn’t a crime 
I know that I’m not alone in this sort of thing, and I do wish for the best for my coworkers without regaling them with stories about how Bern kept hopping on the bed uninvited last night, and decided to stalk/pounce on an unkown/imaginary organism that crept past her and under the chest last night. Because I know that they’re deeply interested in hearing about our dog’s occasionally irrational sleeping habits.