Up until a couple days ago there was a good possibility that Ron would be shipped off to the bowels of Ohio for a couple months for work. In the middle of
Sure, I could always head out on my own with the dog, but last time I tried to get her from the dinghy to the boat on my own we had a bit of a snafu wherein she refused to put her hind legs on the boat. I stood in the dinghy trying to push her up all the while the dinghy was slipping further and further from the boat....until I did a belly smacker and she toppled in after me. I emerged laughing hysterically but I don't think I'd have the same reaction if it happened this time.
Then came word that Ron would actually be working other jobs locally and would be able to make it home most weekends. Guess I can stop being cranky now.
I hate how worked up and stressed out I can get about potential situations, must be my naturally anxious tendencies rearing their ugly heads. Taking off my cranky pants...which I apparently never really needed anyway.