It's official: Halloween is over and the holiday season has arrived. On my way to work the other morning, I found part of a Minnie Mouse costume neglected on the sidewalk, absorbing rain like a sad, forgotten sponge.
Christmas displays have popped up in stores overnight. At the mall, personalized ornament kiosks have materialized seemingly out of thin air. Nothing says 'the holidays' like a ceramic bone with your dog's name on it.
I've been battling a nasty case of laryngitis. Thinking it was just a bad cold, I tried to treat it myself and continued to go to work, but it caught up with me today when my boss ordered me to clock out and go to the walk-in clinic in the mall.
I've worked in malls my entire adult life and have acquired a fondness for their sense of community and efficiency. They're like little towns. For instance, today I walked from Old Navy to the walk-in clinic, then took the doctor's prescription to Shoppers Drug Mart. While I waited for the script to be filled I took the escalator down to the bank to deposit my paycheck and then hit Bulk Barn for some pick-me-up Hershey Kisses. All without leaving the confines of the mall. Such a magical place.
Once I got back to Old Navy, my manager sent me home and advised me to stay there until Saturday so that I'm 100% when I come back.
In the end, it was the best thing for her. It's just unfortunate that this happened just as the temperature has dropped into the 30s at night. We bought Maple a special winter sweater to wear around the house so she isn't too cold.
She now looks like a kid whose parents gave her a goofy haircut and dressed her in an embarrassing Cosby sweater for school picture day.