last night, the dogs WERE NOT BEING GOOD AFTER ALL.
after i got done typing, i looked around amy and jim’s living room. there was an old blanket lying on the floor, it looked like something that might have belonged to somebody as a child – and there were many pieces of it lying about. the dogs had been (very quietly) tearing it apart as i wrote. oh dear. i mean, they didn’t completely destroy it, but it wasn’t good.
i said “bad dogs,” but they have no remorse, they’re dogs.
i hope i won’t get fired from house/pet sitting in the future. i promise i’ll be much, much more dilligent from now on.
i did, indeed, wake up at EXACTLY 4:29 a.m. this morning, but decided against getting up because it was too cold and besides, my mood was pretty black, so i felt it prudent to try to get back to sleep, instead. the huge kitty, known as mr. kitty, kept walking all over me and finally decided to sleep right on top of me, and then i couldn’t breathe, so i made him get off the bed, but he kept lumbering up every once in a while to sleep right next to me and put his paw on my face, or sleep right over my head, purring loudly in my ear.
clearly, something is wrong/missing in my life if all i focus on is sleeping or trying to sleep.
well, of course there is.
i’m still going to audition for another play today, even though i feel i have little chance of getting the part, and it will probably be very torturous because of the singing. but i don’t want to have any regrets about NOT doing it. i hope it doesn’t take hours. i have to get back and pick up mom and dad’s dogs, shortie and gizmo, and take them to amy and jim’s. it’s mom’s birthday, and she and dad are going out of town, so i’m going to be in charge of five wild dogs. at least i won’t lack for company tonight.
that is all for now.
ok then,
morning grace