My first weekend back, and I’m still scrambling to catch up with everything and get back to normal (how depressing!). Laundry has been done, though not folded yet (always my nemesis in that task); thank-you notes have been written; online booking questionnaires about my travel experience have been filled out; seitan has been made for the upcoming week; coffee has run out and not been replaced yet, which is a crisis but one I’ve decided to ignore for the moment. I’ve also managed to cull through my film and digital photos and post the ones that didn’t suck too badly on my Flickr page; several of the digital ones have already appeared here, but whatever. None of them are spectacular, I think, but some of them are reasonably okay — a statement that probably applies to most of my photography. Oh well.
I’ve collected Nigel from my parents’ house, where he was staying for the past two weeks. They’re very good with him and indulgent — though thankfully not too much. He never gains weight when he stays with them, though when he’s boarded at his vet he porks out enough that I have to loosen his seat belt harness when I pick him up (I suspect they let him free-feed, which may work with some dogs but obviously does not work with beagles, who will eat until they are in imminent danger of exploding; his vet should know better, especially with Nigel’s thyroid problems). The weird thing is that, when I showed up, Nigel did his usual “oh, there you are” reaction — and then started pawing repeatedly at his harness, which is only used when he’s going for a ride in the car. It seemed that he was ready to go home; the only thing I can figure is that he was a little annoyed because my mom got sick the last week (she’s doing much better now, though) and thus neither of my parents was as able to play or keep him entertained as they normally do. It would seem that there is the slightest possibility that my dog may be an eensy bit spoiled. As my very patient mother said, at least he has no shyness about expressing himself.
Anyway, nothing much to report except that I’m now only slightly more behind and/or disorganized than I usually am, and hope to be back to my normal level of barely controlled chaos soon. (Which reminds me: I should go collect the Lush prezzies for my friends and put them in my bag now, so I don’t forget again.)
