Glancing at the see-through canister, she shook her head. It was almost a quarter full, even though she’d emptied it before she’d started. How two dogs could generate so much hair was beyond her. She vacuumed briskly, trying to shake off her hangover funk from last night, but so far it wasn’t wor...
Good Lord, she’d overslept. She leapt from the bed and raced to the bathroom to shower before she remembered she was now unemployed. Slipping back in bed, she tried to close her eyes, but found herself staring at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. Not having to bolt into the day was disorienting, ...