Jail, I mean doggy-day-care for the girls seems to be holding. Finally. Brats. Can you believe Gaela was squeezing though those slats and jumping down a story to get out? Holy cow. They barely play in the fenced yard at all, but at least they have it. If only it was at my own place! But soon. Soon. I at least made the first step and am buying the land.
Work was one of those days where if it could go wrong, it did. Equipment problems and all sorts of other stuff just kept piling up. I was glad to escape. I went out for dinner and drinks to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and it felt good to do that.
I’m not even sure if I’ll be working tomorrow. Depends on if the equipment is! But if not, I’m going to the water. I need some beach therapy.