Evie Day 165
Good morning, and welcome to the first day of a new work week. Today is 28 August 2023.
And a happy 58th birthday to my younger brother, Tom. I hope he has a good one.
Saturday was a bit of fun. I had not posted anything, but we had a small surprise birthday party for my wife, Lisa, with some friends who came in from out of town, some of whom she had not seen in almost twenty years. She was quite surprised that I could keep my mouth shut about the whole thing and pull off an actual surprise. I struggled at times, but we got it done.
That was the highlight of the weekend. Sadly, we’re also watching for the rainbow bridge to appear, I think. Our second-oldest dog, Freya, our morkie little momma, has an infection she’s fighting, and we’re not optimistic about the outcome. She’s all of five pounds of love, and her go-to spot was either my lap or Lisa’s lap. She’s still with us, but she’s fighting to not take the pills, and we’re struggling to get her to eat and drink. I wish she would drink some more water. She has been a wonderful dog, and she’s the mother to the floofs, Rosy and Lily.
I’m back in my virtual classroom in a couple of hours, another central time zone delivery. I’ve got a plan with my training partner – he has to take off early on Thursday for an appointment, I’ve got a call today I have to take before the 5 o’clock end-of-day.
I love my dogs. Even when Lily climbs up on my laptop and demands attention. Rosy is in my lap right now. I wish it was Freya that had the strength to sit up here right now.
Thanks for reading my post.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
