Juneteenth

[days_unfolding]

I booked the HipCamp. I got the tent site farthest from the road, so it should be quiet.

Got up a little before 9 AM. Manic dog is manic. Ate breakfast and now my stomach hurts. I need to feed the beasties and lie back down.

I’m trying to find the perfect pair of sandals. It’s hard because I have thick ankles.

Nap time. I’m not going to set an alarm because it’s a holiday. Bella is already crashed out. Woke up in the same amount of time that I would have taken had I set an alarm. I’m still feeling tired.

I’m looking at coolers for camping, but sheesh. Expensive.

Had lunch, and now my stomach hurts. I wish that I knew what was causing it. I’m going to lie down for a while.

Threw myself together and now I’m at the orientation for dog training. I feel okay if I don’t eat, just a little dizzy. I forgot to print off Bella’s shot records, but I had them on my phone.

I found a pair of sandals that look promising. They’re wide width by Orthofeet (ordered).

Bella is being manic. “You left! And came back! I’m so happy!”

I’m tired. I’m thinking of getting to bed early.