A long list of accomplishments (not really)

For the weekend to-do list, I had signed up for a 5K on base and had a few errands planned.  Also, I had wanted to take Scout for a long walk and/or go to the dog park.

Didn't happen.

I always feel enormous guilt when I don't play with Scout enough.  That almost makes me as bad as our neighbors:  one collects dogs and has 6 chained up to doghouses year round.  Another ties theirs to the deck all day and we get to listen to him bark.

Well, maybe not quite as bad.  Most of you probably don't feel for Scout; he just lays on the couch when I won't play with him. 

Anyway.  

Friday night, I couldn't sleep.  I was cold.  Really really cold.  I piled on all the blankets.  I double-checked all the windows.  I had to get up once or twice to take Scout out and that was awful.  By morning, I was incredibly nauseated. A horrible headache.  Dizzy.  We had no ginger ale, water made it worse, and so I just slept.  Until about 1pm, on and off.  Scout was not a fan.  It was particularly beautiful out and we were missing it.  

We (me and the dog) watched Friday Night Lights all day long.  We made a trip to Wal-Mart.  I wanted to give him a bath, but didn't have the energy.  I've been slacking on the dog-bathing lately. 

Of course, by evening, I was having Carnival Cruise ship flashbacks.  Only on a white carpet instead of a bathroom.  And there was no maid to clean it up.  Just me, with a curious Scout looking on.  

Onto Sunday…

I cleaned the floors.  And watched more Friday Night Lights. And Scout got his bath.

75 degrees on Saturday and then this on Sunday.

And now it's Monday and the only accomplishment I have to my name is 25 episodes of Friday Night Lights.

Cheers to a 3-day week though!  My spring break starts Thursday.