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It's Tuesday! We all survived Monday! It wasn't horrific, even though we started the day down by 3 managers/semi managers (like me). As a result, I was not on the phone. I spent the first four hours of my day on the Teams chat, answering questions. In the past, this led to people questioning me, but yesterday it wasn't bad.
It didn't hurt that they were relatively easy questions, and it made the morning fly by.
The afternoon was a wee bit slower, but we got through it.
Unfortunately, my sister also has the stomach ick, which necessitated cancelling a work trip. I feel horribly guilty, but less so since she was really not excited about going. And this will make it less likely that she'll be sick for vacation. The score is now Plague 3-Humans 0. I'm still having some occasional queasiness. It's not bad, but once in a while it still pops up. Usually it only lasts for a minute, but it is there.
After work, I had my psych appt. That was as usual, a nothing burger. Ten minutes later, I was on my way, and we were good to go.
Yoda is at the kennel all this week. Twice a day they send us pictures and report cards. Today, all of his pictures was him snuggling up with the staff for pettings and love. There were some seriously cute pictures, too.
Is that not the smugest damn dog ever?
His most recent report card mentioned that he is the sweetest dog and how it's a pleasure to get to work with him.
I'll draw your mind back and note that this is the dog who flunked out of another daycare. The dog who made the in home sitter say "No, he's too wild," and cancel his second meetup. My dog is awesome, I love him dearly, but he's an asshole. He barks at other people, dogs, sounds in the hallway like it's his Olympic event. But not for them! No, he's the sweetest dog. I can't even.
I'm glad he's happy. I'm paying an exorbitant amount for him to be kenneled this week and for the vacation because he's in his own little suite. No crate for our little prince. He gets a room to himself with both a dog bed and a four poster bed. It has a camera in there so we can watch him while he naps. He gets multiple enrichment sessions per day. (Which for him seems to be cuddle sessions, fuck that lick mat in particular.) And those life giving updates, where the kennel workers jot down a few sentences and send them to us. We live for those. It'll be easier on vacation, when were doing stuff. But while we're just sitting at home, it's hard to be without the baby.
I know it's needed. He needs to get more social, and he needs to get used to being boarded for multiple nights, so he knows we'll come back for him, but it's tough on us while he's away. The house is too quiet. No jingling tags, no barking. It's quiet. No walks, which has honeslty been a blessing for Jess while they're sick. Between my knee acting up and the stomach bug, I haven't taken him out in a week at least.
We are officially down to single digits til vacation. Things are ramping up, and the excitement is rising. Our boarding passes downloaded to our phones, so that's another step towards the cruise!
( Cut for more babble about vacation, much of it a repeat, I'm sure. )
Today, hopefully work will be quiet, and it'll be a good day. It would be nice if everyone is back, but we'll see. I can't remember if I set up my away message yet, so I should do that so that I don't forget. I've already put in mail holds and Fedex holds, so we should get minimal packages while we're away.
My stomach continues to improve. Yesterday, I ordered from a nearby Jewish Deli so I could get Jess and my sister some matzo ball soup, which was so good and salty and delicious. I had some and also got myself half a brisket sandwich, all of which settled. Dinner was chicken noodle and latkes from the deli. I liked the matzo ball soup better, but the chicken noodle was also good. Depending on the state of tummies today, I may be ordering more.
Jess, I think, is on the mend. They're still a bit queasy, but not the full blown nausea of Sunday night. My sister is currently in the throes of full nausea. We'll see how they're both feeling today before we decide between soup and crackers or something else a tiny bit more adventurous, like grilled chicken.
And on that note, I'm going to hop off and start getting ready. Everyone have an outstanding Tuesday!
It didn't hurt that they were relatively easy questions, and it made the morning fly by.
The afternoon was a wee bit slower, but we got through it.
Unfortunately, my sister also has the stomach ick, which necessitated cancelling a work trip. I feel horribly guilty, but less so since she was really not excited about going. And this will make it less likely that she'll be sick for vacation. The score is now Plague 3-Humans 0. I'm still having some occasional queasiness. It's not bad, but once in a while it still pops up. Usually it only lasts for a minute, but it is there.
After work, I had my psych appt. That was as usual, a nothing burger. Ten minutes later, I was on my way, and we were good to go.
Yoda is at the kennel all this week. Twice a day they send us pictures and report cards. Today, all of his pictures was him snuggling up with the staff for pettings and love. There were some seriously cute pictures, too.
Is that not the smugest damn dog ever?
His most recent report card mentioned that he is the sweetest dog and how it's a pleasure to get to work with him.
I'll draw your mind back and note that this is the dog who flunked out of another daycare. The dog who made the in home sitter say "No, he's too wild," and cancel his second meetup. My dog is awesome, I love him dearly, but he's an asshole. He barks at other people, dogs, sounds in the hallway like it's his Olympic event. But not for them! No, he's the sweetest dog. I can't even.
I'm glad he's happy. I'm paying an exorbitant amount for him to be kenneled this week and for the vacation because he's in his own little suite. No crate for our little prince. He gets a room to himself with both a dog bed and a four poster bed. It has a camera in there so we can watch him while he naps. He gets multiple enrichment sessions per day. (Which for him seems to be cuddle sessions, fuck that lick mat in particular.) And those life giving updates, where the kennel workers jot down a few sentences and send them to us. We live for those. It'll be easier on vacation, when were doing stuff. But while we're just sitting at home, it's hard to be without the baby.
I know it's needed. He needs to get more social, and he needs to get used to being boarded for multiple nights, so he knows we'll come back for him, but it's tough on us while he's away. The house is too quiet. No jingling tags, no barking. It's quiet. No walks, which has honeslty been a blessing for Jess while they're sick. Between my knee acting up and the stomach bug, I haven't taken him out in a week at least.
We are officially down to single digits til vacation. Things are ramping up, and the excitement is rising. Our boarding passes downloaded to our phones, so that's another step towards the cruise!
( Cut for more babble about vacation, much of it a repeat, I'm sure. )
Today, hopefully work will be quiet, and it'll be a good day. It would be nice if everyone is back, but we'll see. I can't remember if I set up my away message yet, so I should do that so that I don't forget. I've already put in mail holds and Fedex holds, so we should get minimal packages while we're away.
My stomach continues to improve. Yesterday, I ordered from a nearby Jewish Deli so I could get Jess and my sister some matzo ball soup, which was so good and salty and delicious. I had some and also got myself half a brisket sandwich, all of which settled. Dinner was chicken noodle and latkes from the deli. I liked the matzo ball soup better, but the chicken noodle was also good. Depending on the state of tummies today, I may be ordering more.
Jess, I think, is on the mend. They're still a bit queasy, but not the full blown nausea of Sunday night. My sister is currently in the throes of full nausea. We'll see how they're both feeling today before we decide between soup and crackers or something else a tiny bit more adventurous, like grilled chicken.
And on that note, I'm going to hop off and start getting ready. Everyone have an outstanding Tuesday!
