Not much has happened this morning. The usual. Hopefully I’ll have more to say later.
Tired. Tired. Went for morning route, but before route happened, got upset, couldn’t focus on route so didn’t go on route. Sat at lounge and felt guilty, but knew it wasn’t a good idea to go out on route.
Came back at lunch, lunch was good, grilled chicken sandwich, salad, and a really good cheesecake.
Came back from lunch, groomed her, and found out picture day was Thursday and I was worried about my dark pants blending in with my puppy, but they told me that the photographer was really good, so to not worry about it.
Had two lectures this afternoon and then relieved and went out to lounge again. Went on route, and she kept blowing down-curbs! I was furious! She got one hell of a correction. She did it a whole bunch of times, but after the correction, she got better. Then we were uber late getting back, at almost 6. Why the hell do they schedule a last feed/water,relieve at 4:45 if we’re never back? I could barely get her to stand still long enough to get the harness off. I could barely get her fed and watered and then we had to get down to supper and I was crazy late. Somehow, Meredeth managed to finish before I started! Finish! And she was on my bus! She’s a fiend!
So much to do, and I still wanted to brush her teeth, play with her, wash her dish, and somehow a bunch of us were
coordinating the outing for easter Sunday. We have to decide by tomorrow where we all want to go Easter Sunday. The consensus seems to be Fisherman’s Warf. That doesn’t really tickle my fancy, but maybe it’ll surprise me. Whatever, I don’t care. Tired.
Came back from dinner and brushed her teeth and tried to play with the cong. The devil doesn’t like fetch. She’d rather eat leaves! What toy will you like? You’re breaking my heart.
And Carmen thinks we’re going to rehearse? Is she high? We’re tired. If we have to, we’ll read the words off braille. We do not need to goddamn rehearse. I love Carmen, but I do not have the energy to deal with her perfectionism. I didn’t even make it to yoga because I didn’t have the brains left to deal with it. I just needed time to settle my thoughts, and that drill sergeant of a yoga instructor just wasn’t going to make me relax. I love yoga, but I didn’t have the energy to deal with her pushing our legs around. The nurse was like you could sit on the couch and breathe. I’m like na.
I really hate this time difference. When I want to phone home, I can’t because it’s too late, and when people want to call me, sometimes it’s too early. It’s amazing how much of a difference 3 hours can make. It doesn’t seem like much, but when your day’s so tightly packed, it does.
I think it’s almost time to relieve. Then I’m going to hit the pillow. No rehearsals, no screwing around, nothing.