We got our new stove delivered today! Hooray! It’s a ceramic (flat) top electric range, which means…drum roll, please…NO MORE DRIP PANS TO CLEAN! (Or not clean, depending on how good a housekeeper I feel like being.)
But then we were noticing that Molly was acting a little funny – holding her head at an odd angle and squinting a lot. If I thought dogs could have migraines, that’s what it looked like. A quick trip to the vet, and she has doggie conjunctivitis – a.k.a. pink-eye. The vet promises that Carrie can’t catch it, but Murphy definitely can, so we’ll have to keep an eye on him.
And Carrie is not napping well. I just settled her back down for what will hopefully turn into the second half of her nap, because I don’t want to leave Denis with an extra-cranky munchkin while I go to rehearsal tonight. I don’t know if it’s the howling wind or just teething pain, but she’s not a happy napper today.
I think I need a nap myself. Too bad I’m not getting one!