Got my morning sports today, so it was a great day. I don’t know why morning sports are my favorite. I remember feeling that way for the longest time. I’d watch baseball at 10am when the A’s would play getaway games on the east coast, and it was always the best. Watching Wrexham in the mornings is even better because it’s earlier, right when I get up, and football games are pretty much precisely two hours. Then it’s bonus morning if there’s an F1 race.
Thinking of Lewis Hamilton today—his pup Roscoe is in a coma. He’s a bulldog, eleven years old, and he was having a really hard time breathing, so they sedated him…and his heart stopped when they did that. They got his heart going again, but he hasn’t woken up. So, this might be it for him. I hope not. Lewis has taken him everywhere with him over the years. I hope he sticks around for a while longer.
I am piled on by dogs. Poor Coops has an ear infection again, so he’s all wiggly on the bed right now. So much so, in fact, I just had to put him back in the cone. He’ll rub his face and hurt his eye. Can’t have that. Tommen is on top of me too, and Joy right in the middle of my legs. Not gonna be cold tonight, that’s for sure.
Visited Cat in the hospital. Had delicious Leo’s tacos and watched GBBO. Did laundry. Worked on the photo project for the Kings.
A good day.
Toodles.