I Like Dog-Sitting Days. They're Fun, Joyful, Energetic, Cut, and with a Little More Funk than Just Any Other Day. Besides. Puppy Breath. Is There Anything Better

I continued to edit POW! Power of Words, did two grant reports, tried to get on top of Fall work but have been greeted with yet ANOTHER overhaul of University systems (and lord knows if they can find a user-unfriendly, and ugly interface, they'll choose it every time), and wanted to finish some reading. Well, I also did a round of catching up with colleagues across the nation on where their head lies given the absolute insanity against all things just, right, honest, scholarly, and humane. Wanted to be sure their heads were still twisted on right and that they didn't give up yet.

I'm two season into The 100, and after finishing the 2nd I thought, "How much more of this garbage is there?" Turns out, there are 7 seasons of humans brutally destroying, feeding up, sucking the life out of, and backstabbing humans. I believe that is the mission of the entire show...to show how it's a dog eat dog world and only the most vicious win. Sad to have missed it in 2014 and because of a few pop references I decided to give it a shot. I now just want to read a review of all 7 seasons to see how it ends. Curious if anyone from the original cast mades it to the final season. I mean, pretty much someone is slaughtered off every week and, although mildly entertaining for a little while, it gets old pretty fast.

I made a promise of another Wegman's run and will keep that on the radar to make sure it happens should the possibility arise. Rumor is it was a 2 hour drive on I-95 to go 14 miles yesterday. That is not worth it, in my opinion.

I should also mow the lawn, but I hate these temperatures and the lawn is so dried out. It's just depressing. Still, there are those puffs of grass that still find a way to grow...they need to be taken down.

Was treated to Pam homemade pizzas last night (a thank you for watching Rico all day - although he is zero problem...all the trouble he gives her, doesn't show itself at my house...instead...he's just a good boy).

Okay, hump day. Get Humpty Dumpty with it already. I'm looking forward to the heat snapping again.