The rain has finally petered out. It was just dry enough this morning to take the pups out on a proper walk—incidentally the last time Joy has gone number 2 as far as we can tell…which means she’ll probably wake me up in the middle of the night to go outside and do it—and then it rained the rest of the day until now. Light rain, but steady nonetheless. Quite the storm, for sure. Rarely do we get such steady rain for several days. It’s going to make everything so green…and I’ve got this one weed in the backyard that’s too big to pull out; but maybe with the soaked soil, it will come out now with a good yank.
We started The Boys tonight. It’s so good. Devious, obviously, but genuinely funny. And multiple types of funny, witty, sardonic, gross out, the jokes are all actually funny. That’s so rare. I think we’ll watch the whole show. We’ll see.
I need to get my shit together in terms of waking up on time to go write. Sigh. It’s officially a problem. Not sure how to solve it except with willpower and getting to bed on time so I’m not anxious about how much sleep I’m getting. So…willpower it is. And getting to bed on time.
Work was suuuuuper busy today. I worked almost 11 hours I think. Didn’t have “lunch” until 5pm…which then just kind of spread out into dinner time. Weird day in that regard but, it happens. I got my shit done.
Coco went into the hospital today one year ago, and never came home. Sigh. We thought it was her back again. I remember being so stressed out about that, fearful she might have to have another surgery, and if she did, if we should even subject her to it. She didn’t need surgery, thankfully. At least she didn’t have to do that. But it wasn’t her back. It was something in her abdomen. Cancer, we assume, but there didn’t end up being time to find out for sure. That was such a hard time. It’s an additional pain to think about that time on top of just how much I miss her.
And I do miss her.
Night night.