Happy Firday!
My day started with Echo throwing up on the bed.
Really, Echo, Really? You couldn’t have gotten off the bed first?
It’s a chilly 41 degrees outside. I had to go out to pick up my son from irk.
No dog park today as Ripple is still a bit off. If it is shar pei fever, then he should be fine by tomorrow. He’s eating, and I don’t have to force aspirin down his throat anymore. He’s still a little stiff in his hind legs and moving a little slower than usual. Another day of rest and he should be good.
Also, I don’t feel like going.
Echo is fine, she and Cerby were having a great time playing in the yard earlier.
I wish my yard was a bit bigger.
I tried to get a video, but in typical dog fashion, as soon as I pulled out the phone, they stopped playing.
The dog park is closed tomorrow morning. I think it’s the dog costume parade day. We’re hoping Urban dad invites us to his place in the morning, otherwise we may go to the other park.
I may take the opportunity to sleep in.
It’s getting close to Urban mom due date though, so they may not be up to having a half dozen+ dogs running around the yard.
I’m not sure what is up with Barky/Humpy mom. I agree it’s time to put distance between us.
I hope once all the estate stuff is finished, I can find a house with a big yard, and people can come to my house. I’ve put off looking until we know what we are getting.
There have been a few meetings where my son irks. Some are the usual correct behavior at irk, no racism, no sexism, no bullying. However, he got randomly chosen for a small meeting in which they were asked for ideas on how to improve their job. He spoke up with a suggestion, and management agreed with him. I am happy to hear he is speaking up, and glad his concern was taken seriously. It should boost his confidence.
I hope you get better soon Taters.
Lingering crud is the worst.
Abdominal surgery is always awful. You don’t realize how much you use those muscles until it hurts to use them. I’ve been sliced hip to hip twice, no fun at all.
My doctor told me that for every bruise I could see on the outside, there was a corresponding bruise on the inside.
As usual, I have things to do.
I really want to take the day off, but I don’t know. I’ve missed more time this year than the last ten years put together.
I wish I could quit, irk has become very irksome.
A number of my clients have mentioned how hard it is to find me anymore. A number have expressed concern that I may be leaving. I tell them I’m not leaving, but if they only knew how much I want to.
Except for a few that I really like because they are so easy to irk with.