A byproduct of Max’s medication is that he drinks a lot more. He’s not quite fast enough to go outside when he needs to pee so our kitchen has been graced with various patches of doggy tinkle. Sometimes the patches were in the living room or dining room but never on a portion with a rug or carpet. Good dog.
I took today to pound out Chris Sollars’ nee Lutz’s wedding photos and experienced a rare drive to finish them. I did three passes and realized I didn’t know who some people were. I called Chris, not there. I called Stephen, not there. I cried a little. I very strongly wanting this chore off my to do list. Stephen called back, hooray! During his lunch break, he walked me through who each person was. This doesn’t seem too impressive until I realized he was doing this over the phone as follows:
Me: Stephen, who’s the person next to your aunt in this picture?
Him: Is she wearing purple?
Him: That’s my aunt Gene.
Me: And on the other side.
Him: Is he making a stupid face?
Him: That’s Mark.
HIs memories of his wedding were clear enough to remember the order that people were standing during seven person group shots.