Nothing much of note has happened in the last week so this will be short.
I let my dog nap on the bed in the evenings. It ensures she stays out of trouble and I like the companionship. She doesn’t spend the entire night as she wriggles and I’m a light sleeper. Last night I asked her to get down, as she knows she should, when I went to bed. She was having none of it. She curled up tightly and starting wagging her tail as if she was thinking “I bet I can stay up here if I’m really cute.” I picked her up, still in a ball, and gently placed her in her own rather plush bed. She was so annoyed her plan hadn’t worked that she actually curled up again, with her face away from me. I tried to scratch her belly, which always works, and she wanted nothing to do with me. My dog was pouting! I nearly fell over, I laughed that much.
Today I’m thankful for my ridiculous dog, and that my thumbs still mostly work.
The week of Christmas I suffered a fairly significant autoimmune flare. I was barely mobile for most of the week and I’ve still got some lingering effects. My thumbs don’t fully bend anymore. And fatigue only seems like a sorry excuse to shirk obligations when you haven’t experienced sleeping heavily for 11 hours to wake up feeling like you’ve been on a three day binge. It can continue for weeks. If a person claims fatigue it may be there is an underlying issue they don’t feel like disclosing. Perhaps give them the benefit of the doubt.
On a happier topic, my sister’s former dog is settling into my home beautifully. She’s really starting to feel like my dog. She is the most ridiculous dog but very sweet. She has preferences and isn’t shy about making them known. I purchased her a nice dog bed (most of my floors are tile, and cold) and she has chosen to remain in it, rather than eat very limited human food, several times. For a Corgi mix known for her endless food grubbing it’s an amusing sign. I did something right, and I’m happy she is benefiting.