For years, (I don’t even know how many), I drove a school bus. That required getting up at the ass crack of dawn 5 mornings a week except for days when school was out. My schedule then has a lot to do with how I feel now about many things even though I stopped driving years ago.
Routines remain in your head after they are no longer routines.
I love snow! Part of the reason I love it is because back in my school bus days, it meant I could roll over and go back to sleep knowing school would either be delayed or closed.
Holidays? Same thing applies. The holidays that students were off from school I love. Those that didn’t rank for time off I could care less about. But one school bus routine I was thrilled to break…
Early mornings? I DESPISE them. I’m a night owl. For me, 8:00 AM is early so don’t ever call me before 9:00. This morning I had an early appointment that required me to have an alarm set for 7:00 AM.
Poor little Hugo is having surgery.
Hugo, the abandoned little feller, was abandoned at the vet this morning to be neutered. I drug in him the door and to the scales — he was 35.4 pounds this morning. We did fine until some big golden doodle lumbered over to smell his butt. Hugo flipped his shit.
I told the girls I wasn’t sure if he would bite and that I watch him closely at home around people he’s not with all the time. I don’t know what he’s been through and I know he is extremely fearful. I told them to muzzle him if need be… boot camp is coming after Christmas.
3:30 PM will be here soon…
I pick Hugo up at 3:30 PM. The vet tech said he should be feeling pretty normal by Friday. Three days of recovery for a young dog is typical, she said. I’ll let you know if she was truthful.
Now you know: An off-duty nurse saved a boy’s life by giving him CPR when his heart stopped after he was hit in the chest with a baseball bat during a Little League game. Seven years later that same boy saved the nurse’s life by giving her the Heimlich maneuver after she started choking in a restaurant.