I, too, hope dog’s surgery goes well. She must be dreading each visit to the smellish place.
I was down, then I got up, because. It wasn’t quite so bad tonight. Usually, I’m fighting to stay awake, going into contortions to get the blood moving, yelling at myself to wake up and finding a bazillion reasons to get out of bed.
This time up, I’ll get a short bottle of very cold water (some that’s been in the fridge longer than 24 hours) and go back to bed. Maybe I’ll manage to stay awake until 1900.
Finally finished the Spanish Volunteers Meeting. They do go on ... but at least nobody had to drive home afterward.
She acts like she likes going in (still). She hasn’t been there very often.
We’ll see how she feels this afternoon.