I ordered a scale that computes what percentage of your body is fat vs. muscle. Expensive, but motivating?

Got laundry going. The cats want their nighttime meal.

Got up on my own a little before 7 AM. It’s downright cold out, 48F/9C. I need to dig out a sweatshirt to wear outside.

I need to figure out how to follow a Mediterranean diet. Dementia runs in my family, but you can reduce risk by following the diet. And exercise helps too.

I’m trying to keep moving because I want a nap this morning before I cut up hot dogs and take Bella to training.

Showered and dressed. I’m feeling shaky, so I had a protein bar.

Gracie is barking at the cats. Sigh.

We went to the dog training class. It was good. We were the only students there at first, but another person and dog showed up late. We did “sit” and “leave it”. Bella was good except for stress peeing a little. We did “leave it” with some beef jerky that Bella really liked, so I bought some while Bella was making friends with the cashier to the left! I want to bell train them to go outside, but I didn’t want to go all over the place looking for the bells, so I’ll order them from Amazon.

Ate lunch. I want to take a short nap if the dogs will let me. Right now, they’re wrestling. They settled down. Fed everyone except me. I’m not all that hungry.

Bought a pan and tilt Web cam to use for piano lessons.

I'm tired. I'm thinking of going to bed early and getting up early. I'd like to stop by the gym tomorrow and have an orientation. Oh, and choir starts up again tomorrow night.

I found some yoga pants to wear to the gym tomorrow. I want to go after my singing lesson.

Dogs: Oh good, you’re going to sleep. Me: You don’t have to stay up with me. Dogs: It’s our duty as THE DOGS. (The cats, on the other hand, sleep when they want to sleep.)

Gracie woke me up at 7:30 AM. I tried to ignore her, but she was persistent. She is the best alarm clock, but she doesn't have a "snooze" button.

I’m wondering where the cat dishes went. I had six of them, but now I have three. Found two of them.

Aargh. Gracie was chasing Lily, and Lily clawed up my leg trying to get away. Ouch. Fed us all.

I need to bring the dog nail clippers into the bedroom. Bella is very relaxed and probably would let me clip them.

Napped. I don’t know if the owner of the gym will be there on Saturday, and I have stuff to bring in, so I’ll go during the week.

I’m looking through White Flower Farm’s Fall Garden Book. I want to plant peonies and more irises in front and some bulbs by the street.

Showered and dressed. I think that I’m going to have hot dogs delivered so that I don’t have to run to the grocery store. Ack! The delivery fee is $7.99 plus tip. I can run over there later.

I told Zara that I will get her a heated bed after I get her room in order. (She’s curled up in a cozy bed right now.)

My new singing teacher is still awesome. She had me singing major, minor, and chromatic scales and some really high notes. (She thinks that my problem with high notes is psychological.)

Oliver busted into Zara’s room when I left. Sigh.

I’m bringing food in from outside. I think that I will have the hot dogs delivered after all to get more time to get stuff done. Plus possibly a nap :) I had enough in Rewards Bucks to defray most of the delivery cost. And I got a check from my pet insurance that pays for the rest of it.

Hmm. Breck’s has a fern collection and also Astilbe, both of which I want for the shade garden. Should I get them now? Would they have time to root before it gets cold?

Hmm. Reading blue_eye’s post about Iceland got me wondering about a cruise to Iceland. Here’s one that sounds good.

Cat in my face. It must be feeding time at the zoo. (It is.) Fed us all.

I’m reading The Little Black Book of Workout Motivation, and it’s the best book about goal setting that I’ve read. It applies to all goals, not just exercise. And it suggests other books to read. Hmm, I could read on the exercise bike at the gym.

Okay, I ordered crocuses, tulips, irises, peonies, and daylilies. That's plenty for one day.

I'm thinking of going to bed because 1) Gracie will probably get me up at 7, and 2) I need to take Bella to her training class. And I'm yawning.

It took me five minutes to clean off the stairs. Funny how something that seemed daunting last night was so easy. And Bella’s diarrhea seems to be gone, so I’ll call and cancel the appointment. Someone at work wanted to meet with me this morning, so that will work out well. I’m going to lie down for a half-hour.

I spoke too soon about Bella’s diarrhea. I got a sample. Tried to lie down, but the dogs were restless, until I got up, and then they closed their eyes. Snots :)

Oliver and Lily are chasing each other. A quiet, peaceful workplace. NOT!

I took Bella to the vet. They said that the fecal sample that I provided was too small, so they would do a rectal exam—and found normal poop. It had to have been Bella with the diarrhea though because she was the only one in the room with me. They’re running tests out of an abundance of caution. Bella put her front paws at the front desk to say, “Good-bye”. Everyone ooohed at her.

I signed Bella up for an obedience class at PetSmart on Sundays.

I had my appointment with my psychiatrist. We're just going to keep on keeping on with my meds, etc. She still will be available despite the changes at OSF.

Bella is still Giardia- and other parasites-free.

I moved my COVID and flu shot to next week because I'm not going anywhere soon. I really want a nap after work. Slept until 11 PM. I had a face full of dog kisses. The cats are like, “What’s with you? Feed us!” Fed the critters and gave Gracie her meds. Now I need to eat. Gracie: "I really want your food." Me: "Forget it, Gracie. I get to eat too." Gracie: "But I REALLY want your food." Etc.

I'm going back to bed.