Getting Around

The last two nights my DD (cruise talk for dear dog) has not been feeling her finest. She had a weekend trip to the spa, which is my word for "kennel", and although she came out happy and healthy, a few days later she had the blahs. Well a little more than the blahs, drinking water excessively, losing patches of fur on her side, under a leg, and you know where at the rump. We've been thru this before with our wrinkly rescue, but it always is of concern. So, the question is, delayed reaction from separation anxiety, and if so, is it from longing for the other four legged friends she left behind, or is she trying to tell me she will throw herself into a blue funk if I leave her again. At any rate, she's had a slight fever and I am using low dosage coated aspirin attached to a treat with a smear of peanut butter. She glady accepts it. We use the same dosage when she has a bout of swollen hocks. Cause unknown.

So looking forward to the 12 day cruise with friends, and this weekend is devoted to paperwork....I won't even go there. Okay, I will. I need a secretary, an admin assistant or a "wife".....maybe I better not say wife, as that would imply I am a bad one. Maybe I'm in denial, but I just cannot imagine how the average person stays bill-organized. That means I am bill-challenged. Omitting.....oops, freudian writing slip.....Admitting is a first step....I just don't know how many steps are in this program. Now, I must say I am proud of my online banking skills and money management....but send me a paper bill in the mail and I will lose it. I blame the 15 pieces of mail I get daily (15 x 7 = 105 pieces on average per week you see). The postcards, the mailers, the flyers....those folded and at my door or on the mailbox flag...urrrr), the various other junk mail pieces, some of which, and here is where I fall off the wagon, tempt me to keep JUST in case I might need them. I made a big leap forward last year when I hung a bulletin board in the garage. A space for a calendar, that I even marked with my party dates so DH (yes, dear hubby) would know where I was when he got home and saw I was nowhere to be found. A space for a baggie with coupons, a space for the eye exam reminder postcard, the oil change coupon, the pool passes (never used, but I sent for them just in case), the Saturday nights I can expect to see fireworks from my deck.....well above said bulletin board needs its own secretary too! Good thing it can't speak. How does everyone else do it? I never see a clue when I visit other friends' homes. I have the shredder next to where I open the mail....and I have the waste can just a short throw away too. I do not get around the bills very well. Oh to be Donald Trump with his entourage of assistants.

But I do get around the internet very well and have become very informed about travelling abroad; have checklists will use! But, I am procrastinating and must head to the dungeon, uh, I mean, home office to sort thru every thing I need to do before the NEXT 3 Saturdays pass me by. I've blown the "I was up all night with DD" excuse, and DD is resting nicely. So, until tomorrow, when I must report FINI as I do want to get back to my mile-high clothes on my guest bed begging to be chosen as part of the fun approaching journey.

Until then, good morning, and good-day!