This weekend had a little bit of a sadness to it. Andrew spent the weekend up at the cottage, as his dog had to be put down last week. She was old, so it was inevitable but it’s still very emotional for everyone involved. It was the best decision though, as she couldn’t walk any more, and his parents [the main caretakers] were headed to Florida for vacation.
So while Andrew was up at the cottage with a couple buddies, I was down in the city slaving away cleaning the house, doing laundry, and working on my blog. Throw in a couple movies, and that was me. Of course, the clocks sprang forward so we lost a precious hour of sleep, which is why I woke up this morning feeling groggy and not well rested at all. This means that it’ll be dark again when I need to get out of bed… Which totally sucks. I’d rather not have clocks change at all. What a novel thought. Or that I got March break to make it less of a change. But I’m just whining.
