Thursday morning

Well, Joey started my Thursday out on an interesting note. 

I woke up a few minutes late this morning so I threw back the covers, jumped out of bed, and put the dogs out.  The first thing I do every morning is let them out and then I prepare their food while they're out doing their morning "thing."  When I let them back in, normally they both RACE for the spot where they eat their breakfast-- in Joey's case, that would be his crate.  But this morning, after I let them in Joey raced into the bedroom and started to bark his head off as if there were a stranger in there!  Scary!  When I walked in there. there he was with the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up, barking and growling at . . . my unmade bed!   Geez!  

When he was first adopted he used to bark like that at anything that changed even slightly-- if a chair was moved, or the curtains closed . . . anything minutely different.  But he hasn't done that for months.  I thought he was over it.  But this morning he kept that up until I finally gave in and made the darned bed.  At which point he immediately stopped barking, ran over to his crate and waited for his breakfast.  Sigh.  He is one STRANGE little guy.

As for me, I am so sore these days that it hurts to move ANYTHING.  I guess physical therapy is one of those "it gets worse before it gets better" things.  I've been going there to see if we can increase my range of movement.  So far, that hasn't happened, but the exercises are making every muscle in my body hurt!  They're not all that difficult, though.  In fact, I ordered a lot of the equipment they've been having me use there from Amazon the other day and most of the stuff arrived yesterday.  So I think I'm going to start doing the exercises at home during the week and just go to therapy on Saturdays from here on out because I've been having to leave work early in order to get over there at the scheduled time -- and then they run late and I just end up just sitting in the reception area when I could have been at work.  That aggravates me a LOT.  I'm one of those people who are NEVER late for anything, and when other people are, well . . . I usually go find someone else to do whatever it is.  That's not always easy with people like doctors and beauticians, say -- but there's always been someone out there who's on time if I look hard enough. 

The only exception to that is my lovely only daughter.  She is an absolutely perfect woman in every way . . . except for that.  She does tend to "run late."   Hmmm.   Maybe that's supposed to get me to rethink my feelings about punctuality.  On second thought, maybe I WILL continue to use those same therapists -- but on the weekend.  (They should thank you, Wen.)