Scottie got up in the middle of the night and wandered out, oddly out of character, and I went to find him a bit later, on the couch. He followed me back. Maybe it was something he ate? He seemed fine in the morning. We made the mistake of taking him to Crema with us. It didn't go well. Paso may be a struggle too. We'll see. We tackled more tasks at Panorama. Jen got the whole front room painted and it looks so much better. I sorted through the remaining items of the kids and through the bins, getting it all labeled and consolidated and into the garage. The inside of the house still has a few more areas needing some clearing like the hall closets for example, but we're making great progress. The fact that I'm getting to the point where the garage is clearing up is exciting. We'll see how this week goes. My mom's supposed to return to her home tomorrow and I'll be trying to find slices of time to put into the house after that, especially with Jen in Oregon Tuesday/Wednesday. Lauren announced tonight that along with missing the deadline to register for on-campus housing at San Diego, she doesn't really want to go. I'm pissed becuase she's all over the map and it sounds like excuse and rationalizations masking anxiety and fear. I get it, but it's late in the game and it's a disappointment. I don't want to force her but I also don't want to let what might be the best opportunity for her to be dismissed and later, regreted. I spent the rest of my night just trying to get some scheduled events for the week we're in Paso, making reservations and such. I think it's a long way to go just to work and we're going to both be working in the mornings and doing things in the afternoon. I wanted some good options lined up and between the Gibsons and the Fuelleman's, I got a lot of good recommendations and even some overlaps. It'll be a refreshing break and change of pace to go somewhere fun for a week.
📊 seven-day averages: ⚖️ 163.2 lbs,❤️ 61.7 bpm, 👣 6706.7 steps, 🧘🏼11 min