Good morning.
It’s 64°F, the sun is peeking through the clouds, and it just got done raining. We’re expected to have sporadic light rainfall over the next couple of hours, followed by cloudy to partly cloudy skies with occasional sunshine, and a high temperature of 69°F. It’s a mixed bag, to some extent.
Sticky, I’m glad that Annie doesn’t have Cushing’s, and I hope you all get to the bottom of her affliction. I’m sorry about the interview as well. Let’s hope the third is the charm.
Aspen, yeah, vet bills are ridiculously expensive. I have to gulp every time I go in. And, for me, almost every vet visit is twice as much due to having two dogs.
Nellie, your dog friends are being silly. You’re wise to stay out of it.
I cannot speak to cruises. I’ve never been on one, and I don’t plan to go ever. To each his or her own.
I didn’t grow up with AC, and honestly, don’t even remember having a fan in the house. I spent most of my growing-up years right here in Western Washington. I don’t have AC in this house, either. I have a window unit for the bedroom, and I turn on the overhead fan downstairs. Some days become very uncomfortable, to be sure.
Lily, I hope the roofing company does the right thing.
I treated myself to a nice pedicure yesterday. After that, I went to Costco thinking I’d save money and the convenience tax by going in person. Hah! What a mistake, and I should have known better. I spent far too much money, but what’s done is done. When I order delivery, I rarely go over 100 to 150 bucks. Let’s just say I spent four to five times as much. Jeebus. I’ll stick to delivery.
I don’t have much on the agenda for today. However, tomorrow will be the first of the watering trips to my work friend’s home. I’m supposed to go every other day to water and check for leaks in their bathrooms. She told me I didn’t need to go if it rained, but the hanging baskets will still need water, so I’ll go. It’s not that big a deal. I’ll head over around eight in the morning so it’s done and out of my way.
Okay, the doggos want to play, and Buster is doing his “woe is me” moaning, so it’s time to go. Take care!