On this beautiful Sunday morning, I am ready to wring one of the dogs necks….
I get up, get dressed, and go to take the boys outside for their morning pee. I get to the landing and see some dog poop on the floor in the basement. So, I go down stairs to clean it up, totally unprepared for what I was about to see.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around. A. Sea. Of. Doggie. Diarrhea. Fresh, like within the last half hour.
Definitely not my favorite way to wake up in the morning.
On the plus side, it was just downstairs and not through the rest of the house, but still. Ugh.
Oh well, shit happens, pun intended. At least the day has nowhere to go but up, right?
This morning I did get a sleep in until 0830, as we didn’t make it home from the family dance in Alliance until after 2300, and I didn’t get to sleep until just after midnight.
The family dance was fun, even if I was there for “work.” I got to see some people I haven’t see in awhile, and Lynn and I shared a dance. It’s sad, but short of some goofing around in our kitchen, neither of us can remember the last time we actually danced together. It was nice to unwind like that again, and work on making some positive memories.
It’s alright that it was a late night, though. I’m feeling strong. Stronger than I have been in I don’t know how long. Since before Brenda passed at least. I’m also strong enough to know that I can’t keep this pace up indefinitely, so I’m planning for Tuesday to be a relatively light day just to give myself some recovery time.
Today is setting up to be steady as well. Church this morning, followed by the usual lunch out. Workout this afternoon, then Roast Beef supper at the hall, followed by the spring church choir performance at 1930. And of course getting the basement cleaned up, and getting all the images from yesterday processed and submitted.
Thanks for your prayers, and thanks as always for following along.