Sunday is not a day of rest

As dictated Sunday night (3/20) about 8:30pm

It’s times like this when I wish I was living with someone who give a rip about me.

Oh it was a terrible day. It didn’t start out too badly, I just felt a little bit off. But as the day wore on it got worse and worse and worse. I went to training (at least I got to the training center) but all I could do is put my head down on the desk. Thank heaven Sam was there. He did a great job with training. By the time classes were over at 1 o’clock I knew I was going to be in bad shape.

When I got home the dogs were just so excited to see me (I can’t blame them) they were in their kennels from, well, all night which is a 12 hour night. I didn’t get up in time so they only had an hour to hour so to play before I put them back in kennels for another five hours stint. So they played and played and played and I just sat. After a while I laid on the couch and they rested with me for a while. Of course Loki wanted to play ball. He always wants to play ball and he’s really good at it too. He’s actually learning to give it back to me and not to Jasper. Why he gives the ball to Jasper who never gives it back is beyond me.

I actually dozed for a little bit in between phone calls of course. And more playtime. By 8 o’clock I had had it. At 8 o’clock I was so dizzy I could barely stand. So now I’m dizzy and nauseous and weak and wishing I could eat something as I know it’s the right thing for me but I can’t even see to go into the kitchen. Sometimes don’t you wish you could just have somebody to watch over you take care of you. I tell you, in the last many years of been in Minnesota it doesn’t happen often, but this is definitely one of them. I’m just hoping that if I get some sleep it will be better, at least a little bit, in the morning he is wishing to a good good night.