the ocean

We woke up this fine Easter morning to the dog (Dolly) shouting at the top of her lungs at the foot of our bed. It was approximately 6 AM. She was risen indeed!

Fortunately, after Ian fed her she decided to just go back to sleep, which is basically the only level of victory we get with her. But even that ended when I got up to get some antacid, and the yelling started again. This is very much what I imagine living with Patti LuPone must be like.

I took her downstairs and for a while so Ian could try to keep sleeping. We flipped on Murder, She Wrote and worked on a puzzle. So yes, it is very much like I live in a senior living community.

We spent the afternoon out in the suburbs with the family. There were breakfast casseroles, Easter-themed Legos, and for some reason a deep dive on Flo the Progressive Lady's outside filmography and net worth. The children had a great time barely trying and rejecting different foods, as to be fair did I. 

Now I'm back and am flirting with taking the rest of the day off. It is a holiday, after all. Somehow it seems a little Mario Karting may be in order.