Gettin' Messy
It seems the news on my grandfather keeps getting worse. I believe he's already gone, though his body is still alive. The tears are coming a little at a time now...
My best friend called me this morning; it was time to take his cat to the vet to be put to sleep. I'm glad I could leave work and be there for him. He couldn't be in the room for the procedure. I stayed with her for him. I'm glad I could. The tears came a bit more in there.
My partner's new car was hit in the parking lot at the gym last night. A window on it was broken out by a rock thrown by a mower today. We had joked about painting tiger stripes on it. Now I think we should paint targets.
One of our dogs yopped on the rug at the back door as I was about to leave for work yesterday morning. My partner (Gotta love him!) cleaned it up (I would've yopped, too.) and took care of the dogs like he always does. He called last night to warn me not to come home just yet. Fortunately, I had a ballroom dancing lesson. Sick pooch had yopped all over her crate during the day and she spewed from the other end, too. He cleaned that up, too. (The man must be canonized!)
I haven't gone to the gym since April 27. I've been eating poorly and way too much since I was sick over a month ago. Why are the good habits so easy to break? I'm disappointed in myself.
A friend called last night and left me a message asking me to call back. I did. He asked me to be the speaker at the meeting on Saturday. I am. (I'm also never returning another call to him!) I wonder what I'll talk about.
I'm not drunk. I'm not even thinking of drinking. Hmmm... Maybe I'll talk about how this has come to be.
My best friend called me this morning; it was time to take his cat to the vet to be put to sleep. I'm glad I could leave work and be there for him. He couldn't be in the room for the procedure. I stayed with her for him. I'm glad I could. The tears came a bit more in there.
My partner's new car was hit in the parking lot at the gym last night. A window on it was broken out by a rock thrown by a mower today. We had joked about painting tiger stripes on it. Now I think we should paint targets.
One of our dogs yopped on the rug at the back door as I was about to leave for work yesterday morning. My partner (Gotta love him!) cleaned it up (I would've yopped, too.) and took care of the dogs like he always does. He called last night to warn me not to come home just yet. Fortunately, I had a ballroom dancing lesson. Sick pooch had yopped all over her crate during the day and she spewed from the other end, too. He cleaned that up, too. (The man must be canonized!)
I haven't gone to the gym since April 27. I've been eating poorly and way too much since I was sick over a month ago. Why are the good habits so easy to break? I'm disappointed in myself.
A friend called last night and left me a message asking me to call back. I did. He asked me to be the speaker at the meeting on Saturday. I am. (I'm also never returning another call to him!) I wonder what I'll talk about.
I'm not drunk. I'm not even thinking of drinking. Hmmm... Maybe I'll talk about how this has come to be.
