Time Flies

So it's time to leave California again, and I feel like I barely got here. I'm not even totally sure where the time went. Monday I did... nothing, except fly in and lounge about. Tuesday there was a brief period of running errands, but was otherwise similarly quiet, Wednesday people came over to play games, but that didn't start until six, and I don't think anything else exciting happened before hand. Thursday was similarly dead-until-the-bachelor-party, which didn't start until 6, Friday started about 3:30, I guess, with driving around to figure out where the wedding stuff was, and then my niece's fourth birthday, and yesterday was admittedly crazy, leaving the house about 7:30 AM to head to pelkofer's place to pick up his parents for chauffeur duty, and doing wedding stuff pretty much all day until leaving jdbakermn's hotel room about 2 AM, after the after-party. It was fun crazy, but it wasn't a week worth of crazy, and I'm not at all sure where my week went.

Stupid Dog

So I've never been fond of the family dog. I'd be just as happy if we'd never got him, really. While he's been more pleasant in recent years, as he got older and less likely to bounce all over you at the slightest excuse, he's still more of a pain than not. But I've discovered that I worry about him, anyway. He's fifteen or more years old ("a hundred and five in dog years"), and in pretty bad shape. He can't go up or down stairs, or get in the car to ride places with Mom any more. I have this feeling I'm not going to see him again after this trip, especially if we go to Australia for Christmas, which is the current proto-plan. And even if he is mostly a pest and an annoyance, he'll leave a hole when he's gone, and it's a whole I don't particularly want left.