Dog walks, puppy sitting, etc. Tater Tot is meeting his potential mama and dog brother today. Outside, separated. It's a low risk interaction. Her family is staying home, hubby staying inside.
Then I have a FaceTime house check for a foster, more calls, more emails. Seriously? Shocking how much of my day is filled. I expected to be bored and looking for things to fill my day. Next week, I think.
I may I have a spot of skin cancer on my scalp. Tell tale sign is irritation on a little bump. It's not a big deal except who knows when I can get it looked at -- fortunately, I'm sure it's slow growing, if it's a spot. Sometimes it's not and will go away. Guess I need to wait and see.
Date night last night. Was a kind of a bust. First, I had to mail some paperwork for a foster and wanted to get it to the mailbox (we have a central mail bank for incoming and outgoing). We took the dogs -- it's a little over 1/2 mile round trip. On the way back, I started to have a hot flash, totally drenched, my legs started shaking. Got home. Whole body shakes, headache, sweats. I ate sugar, followed by food and it passed. Rapid sugar drop?? I have no idea.
That left me not hungry for date night dinner (Pioneer Woman chicken, loaded baked potato and salad). We started 1917 and had about that many dog interruptions. Play time, potty time, general get-into-things time. The movie was good, but a bit long again. Maybe because of so many interruptions, it felt like it dragged at times. Hubby didn't think so though. I'd give it a WORTH IT -- he loved it.
I started a Netflix series before bed (had to stay up with the puppy). Doctor Foster. British series about a woman who finds out her husband is cheating. Not sure how it's going to play out, but the first episode was GOOD!! Five parts -- not very long.
We know our first friends with COVID-19. A colleague and friend of hubby's that we socialized with for a couple of years. They caught it from overnight family from Chicago and they all are down with it. Both are doing well, at home ... they say it's strange ... feel okay one day, feel like death the next ... and repeat. Glad to hear they are okay so far and they have friends dropping off food, etc.
Still no reading at night. Tater Tot is a total spaz when he gets into the big bed -- so dang cute. If I try to read while he's in the crate, he cries. Oh well. He won't be here for too much longer I imagine.
Stay well. Thinking of everyone -- we're all in this together. Later gators.
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