Thursday

Bad night last night. The only thing I can figure is that wind through the open window screens must make a sound that bothers the heck out of KIng. After lights out, he was very restless, moving from room to room, lying down for a few minutes, then getting up and walking out to the kitchen and standing there. I let him outside a few times, and he seemed ok. Then he'd come in, and the restlessness would kick in.

What worried me was that he finished up Mickey's leftover dinner, then kept pacing, which was what he did when he suffered through that bout of pre-ulcerous stomach back in the fall. To play it safe, I gave him a couple of Pepto Bismol tablets in a wad of dogfood. We both fell asleep eventually, but King must not have slept well because he was very draggy this morning. I checked the backyard, and found signs of some lower GI upset, so maybe he nibbled on something during the day that torqued his stomach. In any event, he seems fully recovered now, for which I am very grateful.

Mickey slept through the whole thing, which made the whole episode rather comic in retrospect. In retrospect.

The first estimate for the garage reshingling arrived in the mails today. I was hoping for a little lower, but it does really seem a pretty fair price. We'll see what the other two companies pitch.

In yet another adventure in estimates, a landscaping guy came by to price spring clean-up and some selective trimming of one of my pines, which sustained a cracked limb thanks to the snows. I really wanted to get a new couch this spring, but it's going to have to wait. The fun stuff always has to wait.

Doing laundry now, because the fun it never stops.

Thursday

Bad night last night. The only thing I can figure is that wind through the open window screens must make a sound that bothers the heck out of KIng. After lights out, he was very restless, moving from room to room, lying down for a few minutes, then getting up and walking out to the kitchen and standing there. I let him outside a few times, and he seemed ok. Then he'd come in, and the restlessness would kick in.

What worried me was that he finished up Mickey's leftover dinner, then kept pacing, which was what he did when he suffered through that bout of pre-ulcerous stomach back in the fall. To play it safe, I gave him a couple of Pepto Bismol tablets in a wad of dogfood. We both fell asleep eventually, but King must not have slept well because he was very draggy this morning. I checked the backyard, and found signs of some lower GI upset, so maybe he nibbled on something during the day that torqued his stomach. In any event, he seems fully recovered now, for which I am very grateful.

Mickey slept through the whole thing, which made the whole episode rather comic in retrospect. In retrospect.

The first estimate for the garage reshingling arrived in the mails today. I was hoping for a little lower, but it does really seem a pretty fair price. We'll see what the other two companies pitch.

In yet another adventure in estimates, a landscaping guy came by to price spring clean-up and some selective trimming of one of my pines, which sustained a cracked limb thanks to the snows. I really wanted to get a new couch this spring, but it's going to have to wait. The fun stuff always has to wait.

Doing laundry now, because the fun it never stops.