This is the mostest awesomest dog. He is suffering from separation anxiety but when we are home and he is near us he is fantastic. He just went and plopped down in his crate. This is a good thing because puppy farts are KILLER and he was letting them slip. I'm glad he's over there now.
We're expecting storms overnight and I should probably sleep now. I don't sleep during storms like that because I always worry about little things like: "the roof is inches from my head and my kids' heads" and "the roof is only a few inches thick and built in the early nineteen hundreds" and "what if we suddenly no longer have a roof" and "should I wake all of the children to go down to the basement or not". Stinks. I hate it.
Other than that life is controlled chaos, like it always is.
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