I'm happy to say that my Wednesday Monday blahs disappeared as mysteriously as they arrived. I guess Yaz and I will never know what that was about. Nauseous girl chalked it up to a change in a prescription dosage, and thankfully we're all none the worse for wear. The remainder of the week unfolded in its own unique way.
Wednesday, during my stupor, I managed to make it possible for our dog, Penny, to get hold of my partial denture. It's the cheapest form of tooth replacement, and I have it for that bum tooth I had extracted a couple years ago. I like having the freedom to take it out.
I know better than to leave it laying around willy nilly, but that's what I did when I was potatoing on the futon. I thought it was out of Penny's reach, and then I forgot about it. Later, as we were eating dinner, Magnum noticed her chewing on something.
He reached down and, "Oh, it's yer tooth", then placed this pink mangled thing on the table.
"Ah, Fudge!", or something like that. Couldn't believe I let that happen. Anyway, I had to make an embarrassing call to the dentist the following day.
The director of the care facility where I work made the happy announcements regarding loosening of COVID restrictions this week. Family members can come for inside visits again, complete with hugs. He also mentioned that dog visits will start again. These are dogs that are trained for "comfort care", not family pets. I've only seen their photos.
And now I'm thinking, "They let those dogs in, I'm not gonna get much work done."
Today was the final Tortoise and Hare race for the season. This one a 12K, or 7.5 miles. Beautiful morning for it with temps about 40F, sunny and calm.
My designated start time was 8:57am. I was at the park with time to spare, but wasn't giving strong attention to the time clock, and was nearly late.
|bringing up the rear,|
two seconds late, still getting dressed
|almost managed to catch one more "tortoise"|