Podrick was being Podrick this morning. I couldn’t really hear him, but I could feel Crystal stopping him doing what he was doing. She does her best to keep him off things, and as quiet as possible. She does a great job of trying to control him in the morning.

I got up just once in the night. I don’t know what time it was. But I do know that whatever time it was, Podrick didn’t come out from wherever he was for some snuggles. I didn’t stay out of the bedroom too long. Just did what I needed to do, and made my way back into the bed.

We didn’t do a whole lot of anything yesterday. I went out 2 times more than I wanted too. We had to switch some American money to Canadian, so I went up to the bank. Sometime in the last two years, they changed their hours. I went home to wait for them to open.

They opened, and I drove over. They said they couldn’t exchange anything as their money computer was broken, and the tech would be in town in about 3 hours. Couldn’t wait. I guess I made a face? And the teller said she can deposit it to my account, and then pull it out later.

You can do that?

In the past, the bank would tell me they could just exchange the cash. They told me years back that they couldn’t just put it in my account.

Fair enough.

With the American money deposited in my account, I went and paid the vet bill from Podrick’s 3 minute vet visit that ended in the vet saying if he’s too much, maybe consider giving him away.

What. The. Fuck.

Instead of paying right away, I let them bill us. Give Podrick away? Never! He’s a part of this family. He’s just quirky.

Then it was up to work to get some maple syrup, and coffee creamer. I gave back a pen, plus a second one to my manager and apologized for stealing it. (It’s a whole big joke). She laughed, I laughed. I drove the hell home.

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