I drove to the airport tonight again. For those keeping track at home, I drove to the airport on Tuesday afternoon. I drove to the airport very, very early Wednesday morning. And then tonight for an 11:30 PM pick-up.
I am really tired.
But I can find my way to the airport now, even without my handy-dandy GPS. We’ve lived here for a year now and I love being able to find my way to important places like Costco and the airport.
The puppy was so thrilled to see Shane after his three-week absence that she jumped, whined and peed all over the entry way. That, my friends, is love.
Lola the puppy did her dog thing this morning when she woke me at 7:40 AM because of a knock at the door. Or maybe the ringing of a doorbell. How should I know? I was sound asleep. Anyway, I threw on a bathrobe and opened my bedroom door and Lola bolted to the front door where she began barking at the exterminator who was just notifying me that he’d be spraying.
Lola and I went back to bed.
Did I mention I’m tired?
Incidentally, while the rest of the country has been sweltering, we’ve had a thick marine layer and temperatures under 70 degrees. This morning a light sprinkle even covered my back patio.
With that, I’m heading to bed. For real. Forty-seven year old women should not be awake at 2:19 AM.