The little dog turned ill again overnight last night, with surprise pooping in her kennel at about 2AM.
She stirred enough to cause me to stir, and without vocalizing let a big wet fart out. Then she continued to stir, and groaned a little, and let another out, with some resound. I jumped up, and we ran downstairs so she could go outside and do more. She slept the rest of the night in the downstairs kennel, and I on the sofa.
When the kids came down, and let the dogs out at the normal morning break, I went upstairs. The wife had cleaned the kennel of its probably messy pad. I hadn’t seen the mess, just heard it, and rushed the dog out. She was in the bathroom, no doubt with the pad rinsed in the tub. I flopped back in bed hoping to regain an hour of lost sleep, a bit more comfortable than on the sofa.
The air here, especially in the house, is killing my head. It’s probably time to change the air filter. Furnace guys say they should last about three months. I try to change them every month. They removed the awesome ionizing, electromagnetic, washable, metal filters we used to have, and now we use some fiberglass (probably not, but that’s what it looks like) stuff with a metallic screen within. There’s still an EM charge sent through it to help it capture stuff, but with our dogs and ducts, it doesn’t take long to fill them.
Still, I didn’t change them today.
I did my Zoom meetings, and played with the marble track with the kids during the lunch break. Kids went with mom to the park for a few laps on the bikes while I returned to afternoon meetings. I’m going to try to get the teams to spread out their cycles a little; they all end on Tuesdays, so Tuesdays are a bit busy with planning.
I did some e-forms for my upcoming new-hire. I did a pleasant chat with an engineer interested in exploring other options, on my team or others. I’ll help. I followed up with him, and another that I’d talked to last week, with some links to information about the teams.
At dinner, we warned the kids that we were going to do short activities after, and prepare for bed earlier, so that we could have them climb into their beds at 8PM, which is supposed to be bedtime. For the last fifty-some days, bedtime has scattered to as much as an extra hour later. This is usually due to bedtime shenanigans such as forgotten tooth-brushing, or late needs for toilet, or even just more water in the bedside bottle. After last night’s debacle, tonight was a hard press for 8PM.
By 8:04PM, everyone was in their bed, still complaining, but in the right place. The big little has been caught quietly playing in her room, out of her bed, and admonished. She’s back in bed now. The little little had gone exploring just moments after I went downstairs, after waiting upstairs for such exploration for more than fifteen minutes, and despite my best efforts to avoid the creaky parts of the steps and floor. So still, forty minutes later, I sit in my upstairs chair, tapping this out, listening to them call out for me to see if I’m still here. I only answer with “go to sleep,” because they’re only asking where I am...
I’m probably going to turn in early, to catch some Zs before the kid or dog wake me in the middle of the night again.
Everyone’s healthy, allergies notwithstanding.