Yesterday's Condo
Test done. Breakfast done. Shot? Did I do that. (This is me in front of the coffeemaker an hour past shot time.) The good news was the wrapper for the syringe was still sitting on the counter but I had to think really hard about whether I'd given Gabby her shot. My brain has clearly checked out and I'm on autopilot.
I'm not sure what time I woke up to find Gabby cuddled under my arm in position for belly scratches. This morning, Gabby has taken over the cubes. She's only emerging with a coax. She is clearly indicating, "Mine." Gizmo looks a little confused.
Test done. Breakfast done. Shot? Did I do that. (This is me in front of the coffeemaker an hour past shot time.) The good news was the wrapper for the syringe was still sitting on the counter but I had to think really hard about whether I'd given Gabby her shot. My brain has clearly checked out and I'm on autopilot.
I'm not sure what time I woke up to find Gabby cuddled under my arm in position for belly scratches. This morning, Gabby has taken over the cubes. She's only emerging with a coax. She is clearly indicating, "Mine." Gizmo looks a little confused.