I am late in writing this. It’s actually the morning of March 15 now, but I was here in spirit, just typing away while I was doing other things. Ahem
I’ll give March 14 a 7.
After sleeping for a good long night on Friday night, the pup and I got up early and took a good walk to Starbucks and then over to the park to go to bootcamp class. We had plenty of time before class started to go throw the ball in the dog park, so we did that until the big dogs started showing up. Poor Martini just wants to play and play with the big guys, but she is almost like a gnat to them and she overwhelms them with her kisses and love. I’m so afraid that one of the big boys is going to chomp her and that would be the end of it.
So I scooped her up and took her over to where the class normally is, but I found out that it had been cancelled - I think because they were setting up a big event.
I was going to go back over there, but I’d sent a text to the Bulldog about something, and decided to go to lunch with him. He lives close to where all of the St. Patrick’s Day festivities were taking place (100K + drunk revelers) and wanted to get the heck out of the area.
So we went to lunch and had a really nice time.
Went shopping for hours, but neither one of us bought anything. I think we were just both enjoying the company.
Back to his place to…well.
I told him that he had to stop the doomsday talk. I can’t take it, and he knows it. I showed him that it will not be tolerated.
We napped and then got up later and it was already dinner time. We got a pizza and came back to his place to watch the latest episode of Better Call Saul. It’s growing on me. And then he’s introduced me to Vice TV, which is really depressing but super informative. I fell asleep in his lap, so Martini and i ended up spending the night over there because we were just too tired and it was late.
All in all, not a bad day, but yes, I know that this can’t go on unless things take a drastic turn.
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