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It's a Monday -- outta bed before 7am to take out trash & recycling.  Not a Maids Day, that'll be next Monday.  T asked me to do something about the ivy crawling up the walls of our house, so I took care of that also this morning -- 40 minutes later there was zero ivy left on the house.  The work day has been OK.  I ran 4 miles.  Thinking of yoga tomorrow, running again Wednesday, lifting Thursday, running Friday.  I'll cook this evening.

Not sure about the weekend yet, T seems torn between wanting time to himself while B's husband is back in town, and wanting me to help with stuff around the house.  Perhaps we'll work something out where Saturday morning I do stuff around the house and then I disappear.  Or maybe I'll get stuff done during the week.  I'll wait on scheduling my haircut until we work something out.

We're taking Dax to the vet on Wednesday afternoon to have his liver tests redone, and so T can talk with the vet about our concerns.  Surgery may be off the table now?  Dax spends a lot of time sleeping and his appetite is down somewhat.  Our old man Dax, around 69 dog-years old now.  He enjoys walks and snuggles and naps.  He's snoring and having REM sleep beside me on the sofa.

A cat knocked a glass of water into my laptop again, but this time there was no effect.  Really can't leave beverages unattended near the laptops, how many times do I have to re-learn this lesson.

Slowly acclimating to the mental, emotional, and social effects of getting my shots.  So far I've done nothing different yet.  I still think the first difference will be riding Metro to the condo this weekend, with the second difference getting a haircut.

I wish I could take a nap, but I'm on the clock for two more hours, so back to work Bug.

Monday mornings are so restful when we don't have the Maids coming!  Also there's nothing on my work calendar, I'm not sure why I wanted to work yesterday -- ultimately I decided to overcome whatever work guilt was driving me toward working on a Sunday.  Way back on Friday afternoon when I wanted to quit early I told myself I'd work on Sunday to make up for it.  Why, though?  Work guilt.  I wonder what sort of work guilt I'll feel after I retire.

I'd love to run 4 miles today but a nagging pain in my right foot is bugging me -- I'm much more attentive to such nagging pains in my feet after my stress fracture a few years ago.  So I might do yoga this afternoon instead.  First I'll take Dax on a walk this morning to see how my foot handles a walk.  I could compromise with a 3 mile run, or switch over to weight lifting.  But I'll do something.

T gets his first COVID shot this afternoon, we don't know which brand yet.  Either way, two weeks afterward he'll have significant protection against severe illness.  One less person for me to worry about dying.

Supposedly I will become eligible in Maryland tomorrow, but it will depend on the exact list of eligible "comorbidities".  I think my asthma & hypertension ought to count, but we'll see the exact list tomorrow.  And then eligibility doesn't automatically translate into an appointment, I'll have to start the hunt.

It was nice coming home to T & B spending more time together, it seems to be calming for both of them.  It's easier to have misunderstandings via text, but in person they can comfort each other more accurately (plus physical affection).  T told B that he could spend every weekend here at the house, Friday evening through Monday morning.  That would be fine with me, and I've always felt that if the two of them wanted to live together I'd happily float away and get my own place.  But I think they2 cannot live together while B and the husband are still seeing each other monthly.  Anyway, it sounds like B will be here next weekend and I'll have the choice between socializing and time to self.

We're supposed to wait another week or two before rescheduling Dax's surgery.  For now he seems fine but we don't know whether his liver function has improved, they'll check before doing the surgery.

So, morning chores -- I'm doing laundry, need to clean the kitchen, and walk Dax, after which I'll decide on which type of afternoon exercise.  And I'm finally going to cut my hair again this week, it's back to frightfully long.  I'll do it a bit shorter than last time, because it is spring now.  Hopefully will be my last self-cut.

One night at the condo, I had great fun with toys and watching TV.  This morning I was tempted to have another day to myself, but that wouldn't really work with tomorrow a Maids Day.  Socializing on Friday evening, time to self on Saturday evening.

Was back to the house in time to give Dax a walk and have lunch before online games with Steve & Friends.  Then I took a nap, then cooked dinner.  Will get to bed early for the Maids Day and then work from the condo.  Maybe back to a two-night schedule next weekend.

Can't announce a new Book of the Week yet as I haven't finished last week's.  I want to finish it, but had a busy work week and busier-than-usual-lately weekend.