Day 689

A somewhat better day.

It was our 29th wedding anniversary but it was also the day the dog got dental work under anesthesia so that dominated. Spouse was a nervous wreck but everything went smoothly.

The quinoa salad I bought last night turned out to have a fermented or moldy ingredient and was inedible — as fragile as I’ve been lately I took it harder than perhaps I should have done. Spouse was napping so I couldn’t talk up going out so I called ice cream and potato chips “lunch.”

Tomorrow I don’t have any actual tasks planned just a trip to a restaurant. Then Thursday I take Spouse and girl-beagle back to the other house and I still have a three day weekend.

I’m so glad I don’t drink any more. Makes everything easier.