Fixed Like a Dog

Well, Rover had his vasectomy on Thursday. No more puppies for him. He's been convalescing on my couch for the last 2 days and he's doing well--no complications so far.

We're both looking forward to the days of no birth control.

Meanwhile, his being laid out on my couch had given me the opportunity to get some things done around the house. Yesterday I tended to my much-neglected back yard, pulling weeds and turning the soil. The new tidiness of it has inspired me to get some plants in the ground this year instead of letting the plot remain empty. I haven't been tending to it, because we were going to build a small sitting wall, but it doesn't really look as if that's going to happen any time soon. Besides, if I'm going to rent the house out when I move in with Rover, it makes little sense to pour money into hardscaping when I can just put in some large containers as well as stuff on the ground. Rover also suggested I put some hanging pots on the posts we put in last year; a fine idea. I have a couple of picutes from some magazines on what kinds of plants I'd like. I just have to find them and put them in the ground.

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My birthday's coming up on Thursday. 41. Wows. Moving right along, aren't I.

Aside from that, nothing new to report. Gotta get going. Lost an hour last night and it's getting late.

Plumb Tuckered

I'm having a difficult time recovering from the two fires I went two over the last couple of shifts. I worked two in a row and had two fires in a row--not so common now-a-days. I was fine after the first one, even though I was working from before 6 a.m. until at least 11:30 a.m.; but the second one, which came in at 1:45 in the morning and kept us up and shoveling garbage until well after 4:00, knocked me out.

I had one day off in between and then went back to work yesterday. I slept most of my day off, had a nap at work yesterday and slept most of the night. However, while I awoke at the firehouse at 6:30 this morning feeling okay, by the time I got home I was dragging and just got up from a three-hour nap.

Still don't feel much better. And my hands are aching something fierce!

I need some good food or something. We're supposed to go out and have a drink tonite, but I don't think it's such a good idea. I'm just getting old I guess and don't recover like I used to. Who knows. I've been working a lot lately, perhaps that has something to do with it.

That's it for now. I have to get going.