And today we are doing nothing....
Yep, it's our rest day. My friend Michele is reading and hanging out with her dog. Pat is asleep. I'm on my computer writing my blog.
It's going to be a day of doing nothing. I'm going to watch some things I have on my computer. A friend has sent me some things. I'm looking forward to that.
I also have the new Best Sports Writing of 2020 book. I will enjoy reading that.
I may not even get out of my pajamas today.
Bruiser was standing next to the table whining at us as we were finishing breakfast because he wanted to go take a nap, and he won't do it without Michele being in the room with him. That cracks me up. He is the most horribly spoiled dog. But he came to her spoiled. She took him in when a friend's father was no longer able to have him with him in the assisted living site he was moving to. He was going into palliative care, and they don't allow pets there. (Which is terrible! People need their pets when they're dying.) Anyway, she agreed to adopt the dog. She'd never had a dog. Her husband liked cats, so she'd always had cats. But she had no pets at the time.
Bruiser came to her with his own trust fund. She has never paid a vet bill on him because it comes out of his trust fund. I find the whole thing amusing and kind of wonderful. She and Bruiser adore each other.
It's going to be a day of doing nothing. I'm going to watch some things I have on my computer. A friend has sent me some things. I'm looking forward to that.
I also have the new Best Sports Writing of 2020 book. I will enjoy reading that.
I may not even get out of my pajamas today.
Bruiser was standing next to the table whining at us as we were finishing breakfast because he wanted to go take a nap, and he won't do it without Michele being in the room with him. That cracks me up. He is the most horribly spoiled dog. But he came to her spoiled. She took him in when a friend's father was no longer able to have him with him in the assisted living site he was moving to. He was going into palliative care, and they don't allow pets there. (Which is terrible! People need their pets when they're dying.) Anyway, she agreed to adopt the dog. She'd never had a dog. Her husband liked cats, so she'd always had cats. But she had no pets at the time.
Bruiser came to her with his own trust fund. She has never paid a vet bill on him because it comes out of his trust fund. I find the whole thing amusing and kind of wonderful. She and Bruiser adore each other.