I promise there is no moral to this tale.

January 31, 2016

Last night before bed I noticed a place on a rug in the basement where I believe Gunther peed.  In the house!  I blotted it up and rinsed it best I could.  I had nightmares all night.

This morning was busy.  Church stuff.  I call it the church of the fervently religious because a relative once called it that about 20-some-odd years ago.  She has always been a smart-ass.  Of course.  It is her charm.  Her face and her charm are her fortune.

Anyhoo, this morning:  the usual choir practice, a committee meeting, the service, then a dozen folks set up to take care of Family Promise families this week.

But I was still exhausted from our anniversary activities yesterday, so I took a nap this afternoon.  I am talking watching a movie, going to supper, watching a basketball game.  Exhausting.  Yes.  I needed sleep today.

Then, as I rubbed my eyes after my nap, P. told me that this morning she stepped in dog poop in the dining room!