That's done! And great news from GK!
The presentation on service dogs went pretty well this morning, despite the fact that I overslept. Snoozed right through my alarm, woke, caught sight of the clock, thought it said 10:43 (Church starts at 11) screamed, virtually levitated out of bed, looked again, saw that it was actually "only" 10:13, and calmed down, but did not slow down.
I made it from bed to church in a scant 35 minutes, by virtue of knowing what I was going to wear and having it ready beforehand. (Zebra suit with cranberry red shell and shoes, shell and coral necklace.) I did not, however, have any notes, which made it challenging.
I'm told it was a good talk; I meant to discuss service dog etiquette, but didn't. Was going to differentiate between service dogs and theraphy dogs, didn't. I've run across several stories about service dogs in the news recently and touched on all of them, so it didn't go too terribly.
I'm taking a breather from my room; there's been a Hoarding: Buried Alive marathon most of the evening, and there but for the grace of God...saw a news story yesterday about a guy in California who lost it when city officials showed up on his doorstep. He shot one of them and held them off for a while before surrendering. Yikes. At times like this, I feel like a model of mental health (other times, I'm not so sure).
Got an email from GK that made me squee gleefully: She's got a new Nook Touch for me by way of some overpriveleged kid she knows who got it as a graduation present and didn't want it. Woohoo, he may not care for it, but I'm just thrilled! She says she'll get it registered for me and load a few books onto it. I suggested she scope out my Amazon wish list, which I should probably go update.
A pretty good day, all things condidered!
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I made it from bed to church in a scant 35 minutes, by virtue of knowing what I was going to wear and having it ready beforehand. (Zebra suit with cranberry red shell and shoes, shell and coral necklace.) I did not, however, have any notes, which made it challenging.
I'm told it was a good talk; I meant to discuss service dog etiquette, but didn't. Was going to differentiate between service dogs and theraphy dogs, didn't. I've run across several stories about service dogs in the news recently and touched on all of them, so it didn't go too terribly.
I'm taking a breather from my room; there's been a Hoarding: Buried Alive marathon most of the evening, and there but for the grace of God...saw a news story yesterday about a guy in California who lost it when city officials showed up on his doorstep. He shot one of them and held them off for a while before surrendering. Yikes. At times like this, I feel like a model of mental health (other times, I'm not so sure).
Got an email from GK that made me squee gleefully: She's got a new Nook Touch for me by way of some overpriveleged kid she knows who got it as a graduation present and didn't want it. Woohoo, he may not care for it, but I'm just thrilled! She says she'll get it registered for me and load a few books onto it. I suggested she scope out my Amazon wish list, which I should probably go update.
A pretty good day, all things condidered!
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