The humidity is so high that the sugar jar lid was stuck to the jar and the sugar to the sugar spoon. My desk top calendar is damp and the mouse is having trouble moving around. I don't even want to contemplate how disgusting it will be at work today. This is compounded by the fact that I hit myself in the face with the wire garden gate and I think my glasses are slightly akimbo. With trifocals, slightly, is huge.
We had high winds all night and Riley is outside surveying the junk on the lawn. Fresh smells. Riley is becoming more and more noisy as the summer has progressed. The dog who never barked, now barks too often. The dog who was complacent now has an agenda. Perhaps this is a natural growth pattern for dogs moving from 3 to 4 years old. More interesting, is the list of words and phrases he can understand. I don't give commands. I say "we're done here" and he moves on. Unless he doesn't want to. Then Riley stares and lets us know that he isn't going anywhere. But that only lasts until we give him a sign of disapproval (a raised eyebrow). Then he moves. Head down and big drama.
I made the ratatouille and it was very good. The whole wheat pasta was not very good and I won't be making that again. You would have to add tons of cheese to it to even be able to enjoying eating it. So we now have BBQ pork and ratatouille as leftovers for tonight and tomorrow. I can relax about cooking and concentrate on prepping for the bulb planting class tomorrow. And I think I will ask for Monday and Tuesday off so I can get things done around here. A nice, little 4 day vacation every month. I don't think my boss has worked on next week's schedule yet. We'll see.
It's 10:30 and I need to get dressed and make my lunch and got to work. Riley and G are staying home together and "doing guy things". Sounds like napping to me.
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