Sometimes the anticipation of a thing is worse than the thing itself. Today's task-get John into the Geriatric Psyche program, with clothes and utensils. Added difficulty-he freaks out when you pack, I have no idea why. So I am just going to go buy a satchel of clothes for him to take-he needs new clothes anyway.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to sleep tonight-I haven't slept well in some time. I'd like to shuttle all the doglets off to the kennel, but then I'd never get out of bed at all. At least the weather is nice and I can take a dog with me today.
Greta likes car work the best, so she's the chosen one. She'll be thrilled!
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Good luck with everything today. I hope it all goes better than expected.
It wasn't the worst thing I've ever done. I know he felt a little railroaded and betrayed, but I also know he knows I love him and would only choose the best for him...and even if he DIDN'T know it, I do love him and would only choose the best for him.
Greta was in that special heavenly place reserved for dogs who love car rides and having a dog along helps on countless levels.
Dottie is slated for a covert visit tomorrow (need someone small enough to slip inside a lock down ward) but right now she's got a tummy issue and is farting away on my pillow, so Prissy may get her first shot at being contraband.
why don't you sleep well? is it the prozac? or too many thoughts racing through your head? i would not cope with life if i didn't get my sleep and when i don't i am so nutty all the next day!!
I think it is more to do with too much sedentary work and not enough activity. I've missed a couple of weeks of aerobics and I am sure that has a lot to do with it-so I am clearing the schedule for Monday's class and in the meantime I looking for excuses to move more.
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