Yay. We are finally getting some rain.
That is wonderful. However, my neighbor, when clearing the area by the fence, tilled up the ground. That means I need to over that soil with some weed blocker fabric so it doesn't get overgrown again.
Bubba seems to be doing better; ate some more canned food, came over for petting, and stole my spot on the couch when I got up. Maybe he likes Ziva on NCIS. I had this whole, profound, blog thought out, but it's gone now.
Oh, and I read something - people with my level of functional intelligence (80), need a little help with daily activities of living, and generally have a very basic type job. I imagine, on medication, it's a little lower now.
I'm fine with that; God needs me this way. I just wish I could remember what it is I'm forgetting - not just the blog, something else I needed to do.
1 comment:
glad Bubbah is ok! I hate when my dogs are out of sorts ..it makes me wish they could talk ..they do in their own way by behaviors but I hate to think of an animal suffering with out understanding from their human!
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