It’s been a somewhat difficult week in our home. It started last Monday when my daughter commented that our dog, Dubby (from VW) seemed out of sort and listless. She spent the day at my daughter’s place, and I thought perhaps she was just sulking, as she seemed normal when I collected her.
But by Wednesday it was evident that something was very wrong: she was hot to the touch and not eating. I took her temperature, which was 40.7 degrees. She apparently had caught some kind of bug. We kept a close eye on her and by the next morning she seemed a little better and her fever had dropped, so we thought she was past the worst of it. But by 9:00 PM her fever suddenly spiked, with an alarming temperature over 41 degrees. There was no question that we had to take her to the vet.
It’s amazing how out of practice you get when you stop blogging for a while. I try to do it every week, but hadn’t been able to last week because somehow I sat on my cell phone and thereby imparting the smallest of crack in the screen, totally buggering it. Frustrating, because I’ve seen Galaxies with glass shattered like the climax scene in A Streetcar Named Desire, and still work.
Why is that significant? Because due to the constant attempts by someone to hack my blog by trying to guess my username and password, I’ve set up a two-tier login where I have to answer a text before I can gain access, even after I’ve logged in through the web.
So after I busted my phone I was locked out until I ordered another screen.
We did it. After much searching and thought, we acquired a boat. It was a real struggle to decide whether to stick with a sailboat or try a stinkpotter; I’m prejudiced against the latter as I find them ugly, noisy, smelly, hard on the environment and too often helmed by rude idiots, but I’ve never owned one, and this offered an opportunity to join the dark side for awhile. Life is only so long, and the most new experiences you can fit in, the better.