The first thing I remember of the current millennium is lying in bed wide-awake in the wee hours of night. I felt so alone with Michael snoring next to me. I had changed law jobs twice in the past few months. I left a large firm, a great paying job, to go to the Housing Authority, and then when that wasn’t working for me, I went to yet another firm. I negotiated a less than full-time gig so that I could think about going back to grad school and doing something interesting. I never liked practicing law, but hadn’t been able to get out from under my bills long enough to make a go of something else. Still, after eight years, I could afford to go part-time (still full-time as ordinary jobs go), and the firm could afford to let me.
What I really need and want in life is a dog. No, maybe this is selfish desire. It will not solve anything. But I miss dog love and I haven’t felt that intense bond since childhood. I can remember lying with my head on Kahlua’s soft belly and burying my nose in her fur. I know it won’t be easy to care for a dog in my small condo. I’ll have to get up and walk her late at night and early in the morning. A dog definitely won’t mesh well with the demands of work and Michael’s busy social schedule. But fuck it. I’ll deal with the consequences.