I was preparing for classes when I heard a tap on the window. It was Patrick, and even though I told Stephanie (his wife and Karal's vet) that I didn't need anything, they seriously came to the rescue. It was a generous bag of necessary and unnecessary stuff, including Patrick's recipe for Bourbon and Alkaseltzer Manhattan's. Also stuck a trophy in there, I am guessing for our not-so-victorious softball season. I'm probably the only one saying this, but I'd love to play again. I look forward to movement in the upcoming months. And I'll definitely have good heath, too. I will definitely put these items to work to assure recovery to its maximum level.
Karal impressed Patrick with her "Bang"-play-dead for a biscuit trick. She was a good sport while he visited.
And I accomplished my class online last night. I was in-person since last summer, so moving to digital spaces took at little recall. It's actually a lot of fun to teach online, and with the ZOOM, Google Jam Board, Padlet trifecta, it can be just as effective as in person, if not better.
Okay, I need to put this out there, as my next class begins at 8 a.m. this morning. Sometimes I think I need a t-shirt that says "Call of Duty," only because I'm willing to step up for the courses needing to be taught. This time, I got the early Turbo. Phew. Me, Mr. Grumpy Grump in the morning starts at the earliest time. This ought to be fun.
Damn. It begins in less than an hour. This is too early!