It's bigger than I thought, but pretty nifty nonetheless.

That is a cool standing desk solution.

Jack's training is finally starting to pay off. I can answer the door without him aggressively barking and tried to vie for space at the door. Today the doorbell rang, he barked, I told him to "place" (go sit on his bed), and I answered the door. He is supposed to stay in place for that, but he wandered up as I got a package off the door step, but wasn't barking or pushing to come out.

I am intrigued by that standing desk, although if I were going to get one, I think I would get a thingy to put just my laptop on. I borrowed one from my coworker when she was on leave, and that felt like the easiest way to switch back and forth -- I kept my monitor and keyboard on the desk, and just used the laptop itself when I was standing.

Bungalow court, with floor plans!

Nice! A lot of the bungalows around here are 1.5-2 story, so I made assumptions. The ones at the link are nice. I'd want a larger kitchen and a second bedroom, but floors, windows, and other details are lovely.

I'm intrigued by the standing desk. I'd want measurements before I bought it. If it's too low or tall, it won't work.

Also, Steph, that's honestly why I rarely volunteer to help anymore.

It's probably for the best that I didn't find out about the Anchorage to Honolulu flight that is going to try to hit the eclipse's path until today, and that it is, of course, sold out. I shouldn't be spending that kind of money.

Also, Steph, that's honestly why I rarely volunteer to help anymore.

Hey, I'm a giver.

Honestly, I feel like a death is a situation where I can lend a hand, when in other situations I'd be more disinclined. And I think if I hadn't just had a stressful week with my brother,* this all wouldn't be so annoying.

*I have been absolutely exhausted, like marrow sucked from my bones exhausted, since I got back from Colorado. It's ridiculous. I feel like a consumptive heroine from a classic novel. The weird part is how I was basically fine and had a normal energy level in Colorado. But back home, it's like someone removed my batteries.

Timelies all!

Nothing in particular planned for the weekend here.

Today I have: taken a load to the metal recycler, bought two pair of summer sandals at the Skechers factory store, bought some smell-good-stuff at Pier 1, and picked up some drain covers for the kitchen at the hardware store. The most grueling part of it was the shoe shopping. Find a style I like, try to guess at what size they use matches my feet--it changes depending on the style--and try on four pair in differing sizes to try to balance not falling off my heel and not crowding my toes. I adore their trainers/sneakers/running shoes or whatever that type of shoe is called now, but their other shoes are being problematic. I found a pair of sandals that fit and bought two pair. I am ready for summer.

The weird part is how I was basically fine and had a normal energy level in Colorado. But back home, it's like someone removed my batteries.

That's how it always goes for me - my adrenaline goes up or just the fact that I have to do whatever keeps me going fine through the stressful stuff but as soon as I let my breath out and start to relax, boom. Usually I get sick.