Although our Kella is a contradiction to this rule. She absolutely loves jumping into ditches and puddles and the kiddie-bath in the yard. Try putting her into the hooman bath though, and she'll scream bloody murder.
I'm really wishing my workplace would just shut down again, even if we don't get paid. We're severely understaffed at the moment and I'm not sure how much thinner they can stretch us. When we reopened June 15 we had six full time employees and two part-time employees. As of today we're down to two full time employees and two halftime employees. We had one quit, one hiking accident who has been out for six weeks and will be out another 2-3 weeks, one who left yesterday on a week-long camping trip (the boss), and today one called out sick with symptoms that probably aren't corona but everyone would rather be safe than sorry, who knows when she'll come back. Given the circumstances, we could even offer the two part-time people extra hours but apparently that makes too much sense for my boss to actually do it.
I'm just really sick of trying to do my job and everyone else's while still dealing with corona measures. The stress is definitely getting to me.
Beyond relieved. Two trees came down behind my house but no damage nor did we lose power. Much more damage in the neighborhood, town, and bigger city in my area. I did not have tropical storm causing major damage in New England for August on my bingo card.
This picture of Laddie Boy waiting for his master is so touching. For those who don't know, he was President Warren G. Harding's Airdale Terrier. Harding died August 2, 1923 while on a trip to San Francisco.
Oh no, DIL is showing the first signs of preeclampsia at 33 weeks pregnant. Although we were prepared that it could happen again, it still comes as a shock. Thankfully she is farther along than she was when she had an emergency c-section at 29 weeks with her first pregnancy, but still... Anxious times ahead.