It's Me Again

This is Jake looking in our bedroom door. He did a very methodical tour of the three outside doors strolling along the pathways around the house. He has big feet!

Having wondered since I made the appointment, whether I would actually manage to get up and put together enough to present myself for physical therapy at 7:30, I succeeded except for one thing...my appointment is tomorrow.The appointment was written on the calendar by me when I made it, so I don't think it is reasonable to say that for some reason I had it  'in my head' that what clearly said Thursday was Wednesday, but I refuse to call it a 'senior moment'. Especially since I made the appointment three weeks ago. I'll just considering a dry run. When I do it all again tomorrow I'll know exactly where I'm going and I filled out all the paperwork this morning so I should be able to cut ten minutes off the time. The physical therapy office sent me two reminder notices today....

Spike has an eye infection as I suspected.  The vet found two little wounds which are probably due to running into a spiky plant. We've put cages around one and we might just take the other one out. I  managed to put drops in his eyes before I left this morning, and used the extra hour when I got back to give him a summer haircut. Spaniel design...floppy ears, long feathers and a brushy tail doesn't seem exactly developed for their traditional job of flushing birds out of tall grass, although Spike clearly loves doing it. 

I was on auto pilot by the time I got to Pilates....

Another hole being dug on the fortress side of us makes the hammering on the other side seem like gentle tapping.