Last night, just before bed, I heard my dear spouse scolding one of the pooches. Turned out the pooch had apparently peed on our down comforter on hubby's side of the bed. I ended up washing the cover and we slept with the uncovered comforter, which I had treated with an enzymatic detergent.
In the wee hours of the morning, dear spouse woke me up because he thought he had a tick attached to his ass. He needed my help identifying it. I dragged my substantial butt out of bed and checked him over, finding nothing but a small skin tag.
Went back to bed and had a vivid dream about living on a military base in an apartment, only to be awakened again by my other dog, who evidently needed to take a crap out in the rain. It was still early, so I went back to bed again after feeding the dogs, knowing that if I didn't feed them, they'd wake me up again.
I drifted off into dreamland again, this time enjoying a marvelous dream about being back on the SeaDream I. I swear, that cruise line has totally hooked me. I've had a lot of SeaDreams since we disembarked. But some guilty part of me woke me up. I got up, went into the bathroom, and found a tiny, disgusting little tick attached to my pubis. Talk about feeling a little sickened... I sure was.
The rest of today has sort of passed like a dream... nice enough weather, but not much going on. Hopefully, Tuesday will be a nicer day.