Buy Three Instead of Two

It is cool outside.

Steak for breakfast!

Later.

Snuggled warm at the moment.

Just the right amount of warm.

Down to one fan.

One giant pillow.

One side hurts.

Time to turn over.

Take my iPad with me.

Disconnecting power cable.

Turning.

Made it.

Actually I wrote all that in advance just in case something happened in the disconnecting turning process.

I now needa cookie.

Sadly, the house is empty of cookies.

Somebody didn't make it to Amarillo as eXpected to get them.

Note to self: Next time buy three packages instead of two.

One of my friends read the first part of this (everything above) and asked if I was feeling okay today, sick?

My Response: No, I am actually feeling quite wonderful. I just worked all day yesterday. At a few minutes before midnight I decided to go get coffee to continue on, but then decided to go home instead and play with the dog.

By "playing with the dog", I mean that I went home to have coffee and he was happy to see me and got under my feet as I sat on the couch coffee-ing while he worked on his new chew bone I had just given him a few hours earlier.

Tamie told me that he had not been working on it until I came home. He really enjoys it when Tamie and I are in the livingroom together so that he can be on the floor between us. I talk to him about what wonderful progress he is doing on his chew bone to systematically rip the knot off each end.

I am my dog's cheerleader, "Go, Cooper, Go!". He succeeded.