I slept well, finally
waking sometime around 7am with backache. Not that I like backache,
but sleeping long enough to get it isn't a bad thing. I got up, had
brekkie, and worried about my dog. He's not slept on the bed for two
days now. Yesterday evening he didn't come on to my lap, and this
morning he didn't get up for toast (not that he's allowed toast
any more). When he did get up he seemed whiny and listless. I
expect a combination of the weekend's route-march and yesterday's vet
visit have taken their toll.
After a while he came and
sat with me, but he seemed very quiet and subdued. We sat there for a
bit; I worked on my Wherigo to give me something to do whilst I
fussed him.
Mind you when I mentioned
"walk" he seemed keen to go. We only went round the block,
and when we came home he had a little of his medicine. He scoffed all
of his brekkie (which was a good sign) then took himself off
to his basket.
Normally when on the late
shift I go to work earlier than I need to and have a lilttle
mini-adventure on the way. It was too cold to play silly beggars
today, so I stayed in and spent an hour programming a death machine.
I'm quite enjoying making this next Wherigo. I wish more people
would write them.
My car was covered in
ice; but melting ice. One push and it all fell away. As I drove to
work there was drivel on the radio. "Women's Hour" was
interviewing someone who had given up the day job to become a
professional guitar-maker. It was not at all gripping; rather a waste
of air time (and licence fee).
Bit like this blog,
really...
I stopped off at
Morrisons where, as well as getting an apple and a banana I
completely forgot to get a replacement sandwich box for the one I
blagged last night to use for the dishwasher's salt. Mind you if it
carries on being this cold I doubt we'll need a sandwich box this
weekend. It's too cold to be out for long enough to want sandwiches.
It was too cold to be out
at all really, and so I didn't bother with a sax practice this lunch
time. I need to find somewhere to practice my sax. The hospital car
park is only any good when it is warm enough *and* when I am
actually on day shifts (so that I am actually there).
Practicing at home is a bit traumatic as my dog will insist on
singing along, and it is too cold to banish him to the garden for
very long at this time of year.
Whilst on tea break I
checked emails on my phone - a new puzzle geocache has appeared on
the Romney Marsh. Whilst still on tea break I solved the puzzle. If I
were not on the late shift I would have gone chasing after the thing
after work. But it will still be there tomorrow, as will (I
suspect) the bragging rights that will go with being the first
one to find it.
After work I came home
and wasn't greeted by an over-excited dog. I found him on the bed
looking incredibly tired. His tail is down all the time, and he seems
rather tender about his tail; he guards it when I try to have a
look-see.
Off to the vet
tomorrow... In the meantime it's "Coon and Friends"
on South Park...
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