Remember how this is my week of restful bliss? Hah. Well, Gertrude and Harley decided that 4:30 a.m. is the official morning dog-walk time. This isn’t going well.
4:30 a.m. is just late enough to make going to back to bed not worth it. The dogs are awake and chewing on bones. The alarm will go off in an hour. What’s the point?
So I find myself at work super early and exhausted later in the day. I might have dosed off during last night’s 4-hour class, but I am too embarrassed to ask.
Tonight’s project: resetting the doggy schedule. Expect some dark threats.
Earlier: Veins and Poop, Mischeduled, The Wet rag.
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