I need to be pampered. Especially at night. Apparently. Didn’t even realize it until after I woke up and saw the bed sheets. What a bunch of crap.
I pampered up Buddy’s breakfast by adding a slice of turkey lunch meat…
Then I braved the rains to get my morning meal of steak and eggs at Mango’s.
The sea at high tide was especially angry this morning. Water splashing up into Mango’s outdoor patio. I often eat out there, but not today!
Next I walked Buddy to the vet for the next in his series of inoculations. I don’t think he liked it much, but he was a trooper about it…
Then I pampered my feet with a foot scrub and pedicure…
And that’s what it’s like to be working at nothing all day. Now it is time to Hash and it promises to be a wet one. Saw the Hare on my way to the salon and he said it was an easy trail with no mountains today. Good plan!
Now that I have running water I can bitch about the power being out this afternoon. Not surprised really. As I was heading out for the pedicure there was a gust of wind and I saw some sparks falling from the power lines. I knew that couldn’t be good. You know, I don’t know much about electricity, but it does occur to me if you allow tree limbs to grow up into the wires you are going to have some problems. Especially when the wind blows. But, no one asked me, so…
And finally there’s this. A young Filipina showed up at last night’s dart tourney wearing this cap:
Is this a great country or what?
UPDATE: Power is back on. Water is back off. The utility God’s must be laughing their asses off. Or I have exceptionally bad Karma. One of those.
Please, for the love of Jesus, see a doc re: incontinence. Not even joking now. Something needs to be checked out. You’re too young for this to be a thing.
Glad to see all the love and care you give the dawg. I hope Buddy has come to understand that he’s not going to find better treatment anywhere else in the universe.
Brave statement by the “Trump 2020” contingent! At this rate, a second victory is likely. I have nothing but liberal coworkers at my office, and they plaintively shout “Nooo!” at the thought of another four years of Trump. But that’s their problem right there: if all they’ve got is shouting (and petulant kicking and screaming), with no actual, coherent platform or plan, Orange Hitler is going to have an easy stroll to victory.
I’m more concerned about the frequent bouts of LBM. Just seems to be a problem holding it while I sleep, no issues during the day.
Last night Buddy was so excited when I came home that he peed himself. Ha, we are made for each other!
Not a day goes by when I see some lefty post on FB and think to myself, “this is why we have Trump”. They can’t seem to help themselves.
I’ll agree with Mr Kim above. I wonder if the problem is caused by your current stomach ailment, not by age.
It comes and goes. Back to be solid again.