So I survived the Happy Dog and had a good time with her. I actually miss her now because coming home to an empty house is still strange to me.
I was thrilled to discover that the Happy Dog thought going back to bed after getting up at the crack of dawn wasn't a problem. Especially when she knew she could be on the bed with me. Right tight... "gees-o-Pete-dog!" up against me.
It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic.
Today is a lower form of one of my "Mental-Health-Days"... it's more of a, I'm-too-lazy-to-get-dressed-and-besides-I-don't-feel-like-doing-anything-except-maybe-a-nap-soon, day.
Yes... a nap is definitely in my future. Except I drank two pots of coffee this morning. So it'll probably be a, Get-out-of-bed-every-20-minutes-to-pee nap.
Whatever works.
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One person's thoughts on surviving cancer, the physical and emotional aftermath and the use of sometimes twisted humor to get through it all. Along with some daily observations that at times makes me go, huh?
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