Sad Bailey

Bailey's been kind of depressed the past few days. Just kind of moping around, dragging her paws, not being her usual INSANE self. I'm perfectly fine with the lack of sprinting around the apartment, but I'm less happy about the fact that she actually looks sad.

No one understands me.

It's gotten a little bit better today. She lifted her head.

Eh?

An hour ago she was even pouncing (kind of) in our (clean) laundry.

Sneaky.

Sad. But getting there. Maybe.

I, on the other hand, have been dragging through this week like I'm trying to walk through mud in chains. Next time I plan a vacation, I'm going to plan to come back to work on a short week. This is madness. I've set my alarm for 5:10am every morning this week, and I haven't gotten up ONCE for an earlybird workout. I just snooze every ten minutes until it's 6:30am and I have to get up. That's a lot of snoozing.

I also haven't cooked a real dinner since we got back. By "real" I mean something that takes longer than throwing together a random-as-heck salad of kale, sprouts, chipotle peppers, and a Boca burger. Or just a Boca burger and some eggs.

Apparently I've got a thing for Boca burgers these days. Those are healthy, right? I'm getting all the necessary nutritional value. Agree with me. AGREE.

I've also got a thing for wine.

It used to be full I promise.

And Slim Jims. Oh. My. God. Do I ever have a thing for Slim Jims.

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I discovered these in Fargo (thank you Sam, I'm just going to go ahead and start buying sweatpants and sweatshirts because those are the only things I will be able to fit into soon) because Nick's mom had a box in their pantry. The first day I learned about their existence, I ate five. Within about two hours. And then someone gave me a box of my own to take back to Chicago. I don't remember who actually gave me the box (Sam? Nick's dad?) because I was in too much bliss holding my very own box of Slim Jims to remember anything else.

I think I'll go and have one now...