SUNDAY / APR 19 / HUBBY SLEEPS LATE / DOG WALK / EXHAUSTION / MASSAGE /DOG WALK

 SUNDAY

APRIL 19 2026

Up at 6AM. 

I let the dogs out for potty. Hubby sleeps late. Very late. 

I make dog breakfast and feed dogs. Green beans, eggs, turkey bacon, cut up chicken. I put out cheese & tuna for cats. 

I make breakfast for Hubby. Toast we bought from Mexican market, over easy eggs, cheese, sausage.

I make latte, hot tea, and Nanogreens. 

I clean out cat litter and vacuum armoire, spray everything down with Lysol. I pick up dog poo and put it in the cat poo bag. I put everything in the garbage dumpster outside. 

I started a load of laundry. I put dishes ind ishwasher. I have everything cleaned up. 

Hubby sleeps until 9PM. 

I take a shower and wash my hair. Condition my hair. 

Hubby sits on the sofa and puts a wet washrag on his head as he has a headache. 

Hubby drinks his latte and eats some of his breakfast. 

I get dressed and make the bed. 

Then we put harnesses on dogs and load them into FMF. We drive to Bunkerville and take them for a walk in the park. PBJR eats grass by the horses. Riley runs around barking at birds. 

We give them water and load them in the car. 

We drive to Mcdonalds to get a Full Breakfast for me because I want pancakes. 

We drive home. Unload dogs. They collapse in the hallway. 

I eat breakfast. Hubby finishes his breakfat and eats the eggs in my McDonalds breakfast. 

Hubby sits down to watch YouTube TV. 

I do blog. 

We test Hubby on AZ driving test. He needs to renew his driver's license and does not want to drive to Idaho.

I give cats more kibble and clean their bowls. 

I put away clean laundry. I put away clean dishes. 

I am exhausted and hurt everywhere.

We sit on the patio for a while. I trim Hubby's ear hair. I throw balls for Riley. 

We talk about Hubby's headache. He said it is still bad. He finally remembers running into the wall last night when he went potty. I remember hearing a "GUNSHOT" and asking what was that? He had told me he hit the wall, but went to bed. We now think HE HAD A CONCUSSION. After drinking booze at the party last night. He could have died last night. OMG. 

We get ready at 3PM and close the house up. Put cats in our room with litter, water, and cat kibble. Rattler's box is on the bed.

We put up barriers on my office. Shut the doors.

We leave at 3:30PM and drive the white Jeep to the Casablanca Spa. There are many cars in the parking lot. Somebody has taken Hubby's favorite spot in the back, so he has to back in near there. 

We walk inside and check in. The heater is still not fixed in the pool and we are informed that they "never" heat it in the summer. Bullshit. So they are not heating it this summer, either. This place is quickly becoming quite a dump since the new takeover. We are definitely only going to come once a month from now on. 

We wait in the room and then Raven comes to get us. Malia is in the hallway. We walk to the room. Get massages. I told Raven, very soft. 

We take showers afterwards. Hubby still has his headache. 

We drive to Littlefield and buy lottery tickets at TA Plaza. They have "that asshole" shirts in the front entryway which pisses me off. Hubby said some people had to push him out of the way to take a picture of those t-shirts. 

Drove home. 

At home, Stuart had opened the door to our bedroom and all the cats were wandering around. The dogs had not hurt or injured them. 

We let the dogs out. Then put harnesses on them and took them to Bunkerville to walk in the soccer park. 

We drove back home. 

Watched TV until 9:30PM and went to bed.