And If I Ever Wonder Why the Carrot Cake is at the Door Waiting in Anticipation, It's Likely Because She Associates My Departure with Arrival of New Toys

She has me up at 5:30. She just wants to pee, then to eat, then she wants to nap on my shoulders as I type. The same think happens from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m., too. When she's out of energy, she simply wants me to be her bed. Granted, I also took down the twin bed that was up for Dylan's short visit, and that also became a go-to place for her relaxation. The whole house, but the need to be on top of me.

I came home from buying a few items for Chitunga's apartment, and found a pet alligator I knew she was going to love (and she does, but she left it at Jake's on their play date). So much for that entertainment tonight.

I have two events today, then the UNLV Young Adult Literature Conference kicks off until Saturday night. It's non-stop from that point forward (and I'll likely be out of leftovers by the time it kicks off, which is a shame). 

And yes, the temperatures remain crazy. It was super hot, and I didn't feel comfortable taking Karal the entire way...not without any water to rehydrate. The peas soup was thick.

Finally, I brought my home office upstairs to Chitunga's room, so now it is an office and guest bedroom. My once-upon-a-time dining room, which turned into an office, is now a nothing room, as Tunga took the dining room table to his Stamford abode. I have to think creatively on how to reimagine that space. We rarely used it as a dining room, anyway, except to do puzzles and for holiday dinners. Now it is the dog's storage area and play arena, although she'd much rather have all of her toys on top of me. 

Okay, Tuesday...we're off...