Hello young ones.
Sorry I dropped off the radar for awhile.
I’ve just been down in the snout so to speak and really haven’t felt like doing much of anything.
The the strange thing is I can’t really understand why.
Things at Ecofab are fine. Doug and I are getting along just fine. As far as I know everyone is healthy.
I should be happy.
Yet I still feel like getting into a hole and staying there for awhile.
It’s like one of the Dementors from Harry Potter paid me a visit.
But I’m not suicidal.
I’m just really, really tired and have a hard time getting motivated to do anything right now; and I have a list of about 30 things that I really need to do- people to call, things to ship, appointments to make.
When I went back of the Effexor last year the Dr. actually instructed me to take it 2x a day. However, not wanting to take any more meds than absolutely necessary I’ve only been taking it 1x a day.
I’m considering going ahead and starting to take it 2x a day to see if that helps.
We spent this past weekend at Paws in the Park, a dog festival. Usually I’m like a kid in a candy shop at a dog event. I even painted rainbow on dogs. People act like they’d never seen a dog with a painted face before.
Obviously they’d all been living in caves somewhere.
Anyway, usually being around that many canines makes me crazy happy.
This weekend though not so much.
The highlight of the festival was the dock diving.
For those unfamiliar with the sport I will illustrate:
Watching it is a lot of fun-usually.
The dogs that are into it are REALLY into it and many of them act like they’re just gonna explode if they can’t run and jump off that dock ASAP. The winning jump last weekend was just under 20′.
But the jump that everyone was talking about though was a somewhat shorter jump.
It was only 4’5″ in fact.
A dachshund did it.
And I missed it. I was painting a face instead.
They even had dogs running agility.
And a basset competed.
I missed that too. But I seen one run before.
It’s a hoot.
It’d be like watching me doing it.
Here’s a clip of that- a basset, not me, running agility.
Believe me when I tell you he did a much better job than I would have.
Although he didn’t get the best time, the basset I saw got a standing ovation anyway.
He got an A+ for effort.
So I guess that’s it for now.
I’m gonna give myself 1 more day for my pity party. If I’m not over it by then I’ll be calling in a priest, wizard or colonic irrigation specialist to rid me whatever ails me.
Back to the funny next time kiddos.