Hello. It’s me!

I was distracted this morning as a white car approached our home …

Hello. It’s me!

I’m spending a lot of time indoors with my friend “Dug” waiting for the sun to go down. We’ve had three straight record-setting days at or above 115 degrees. I’m waiting to see if record low temperatures will ever happen again?

Hello. It’s me.

There’s a lot to worry about this week!

Hello, it’s me!

Hello, it’s me!

I’m pullin’ double duty today.

First, I’m busy surveying storm damage from last night’s haboob / thunderstorm. More on that in a moment.

My main job today is taking care of Mom, who had gall bladder surgery this morning.

I’m busy nursing her back into being an active member of the human race … which isn’t easy after Mom’s been pumped full of a truckload of narcotics, #amirite? But she’s improving this afternoon as she begins to heal, and I’m angry as h*ck that I can’t sit on her lap.

The rest of the day has been spent surveying storm damage.

It all started when the weather person on TV told us we were all going to die unless we stayed indoors …

I told Dad I wanted to see what was going to happen for myself. He showed me what was happening out the window.

Then I REALLY wanted to see what was happening!

Yeah, I’m about to pull a full 180 maneuver here because this is what I saw next:

Needless to say, my over-sized frame really ate up the ground between the street and our driveway … we were safe, we didn’t die, and I’m here to pull double-duty today. Not a bad way to spend a random Tuesday in July. And with more storms on the horizon this afternoon, this storm chasing job could lead to full-time employment!

Hello. It’s me!

Well, it certainly has warmed up around here.

Oh look, it is supposed to cool off all the way to 98 degrees by Midnight … how refreshing, #amirite?

So I asked Dad a few questions about when the weather is expected to improve.

Hello! It’s me.

That’s Chance. I met her earlier today. She alerts her owner when the owner is having a diabetic “incident” and then runs and gets a pink back with insulin. This prompted a conversation between Dad and I.