Scott’s working at a client site this week, which is good. For most of the family. The dog is the one I worry about. She’s had it good the past six months, being alone only a few hours at a time. So now it’s back up to 8+ hours. And because I’m oh, so sensitive about her feelings, I hauled myself home for lunch to hang out with her. I don’t know why she can’t see this as an opportunity to power nap. But I really do understand. So I’ll probably do this the rest of the week.
I get perks from this situation, though, other than petting her very soft ears: lunch on the deck! Replete with a glass of blueberry sparkling juice from Trader Joe’s.