Otto Is A Clever Boy

I slept alone with Otto, while Sam slept in the other room fitted out with his Sleep Apnoea apparatus.

Otto usually sleeps snuggled up to Sam at night, but he did sleep kind of against me, when it was just him and me.

I woke at 3am and had a piss, and Otto was lying long ways out against me.

I woke again at 5.15am and I reached out for him, but he wasn't there.

Then I heard, "Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl."

I looked up and he was sitting by the bedroom door staring at me.

"Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl."

Oh, okay, sure. I got up and put my dressing gown on and as soon as I opened the bedroom door, Otto ran downstairs and straight to the back door, with me in pursuit.

He ran up the back of the garden and had a huge diarrhoea attack.

It was even warm outside in my dressing gown at that time of the morning. Nice. Summery.

Clever boy, I thought.

I think bulldogs are smart, even if on the smartest dogs list they don't come up at the top.

Sam went to the office early, delivering his monitoring equipment back to the hospital on his way.

Charlie left quite early, going off to do whatever it is that he does. I think he has got another restaurant kitchen job.

Otto and I settled in to work for the day. I had everything I needed to do pretty much done by 10am, so I got to re-write my blogs for the rest of the day. Lovely. Otto is on the couch next to me in the study snoring.

Sam's Sleep Apnoea

Sam, I believe, has always suffered from Sleep Apnoea. I kept telling him that some nights I'd lie there and wait for him to start breathing again, I mean, on the rare nights that I was awake. We both fall asleep really easily, both of us within 5 minutes of going to bed. But on those rare nights that I was awake, I'd listen to his terrible breathing.

I don't know if Sam would refute this, but how I see it is, he started wearing his Apple watch to bed and when it told him he had Sleep Apnoea, he then consulted doctors.

Today was the day that he went to hospital and got fitting out with what looked like the Flux Capacitor to be tested over night.

He elected to do the test at home, so he had to go to the hospital and get fitted out. Then he had to walk home looking like RoboMan.

Otto was his normal excited self to see Sam home, but he could easily have ripped one of the wires, or tubes, off Sam in his excitement, so Sam had to be careful with that. He ended up putting a big jumper over the whole thing.

Anyway, its good, he'll get the answers he needs and can have the treatment that is appropriate.

Well, That Is Awkward

I was going to say to Boris today that I was feeling sick and that I'd be working from home.

Sam said, "Just take the day off and stop pissing around."

"I don't mind working, I just don't want to go into the office."

"You have all that accrued sick leave, just use it," said Sam.

So, I went to bed wondering what I would do today.

I got up this morning at 5.30am. I made coffee. Then it occurred to me, if I signed into work now, which is when I usually sign in, by the time Boris gets to the office, normally by 9.15am, I could have all of the immediate work done, kind of a compromise, of sorts, so that is what I decided.

I'd work until 9am, then I take the rest of the day sick. So I did.

9am. I text Boris. I'm not feeling well, so I am taking the rest of the day off sick. I think everything is done.

Boris messaged me back. I'm not well too.

Well, that is awkward, I thought. I didn't expect that. (I have a vague feeling that Boris isn't happy with her job)

Okay. Well, no problem. I can stay signed in and check emails from time to time. 

Thank you Christian. I can monitor emails too.

So, that is what we did.

The Midget is away for a couple of weeks, so noo ne really need to know about our double day off. The Big Poo is back from his time off.

 

Sunday

Today couldn't be any different to yesterday if it tried. It is sunny and warm and looks lovely out there, looking out my rear French Doors, even if I haven't, actually, been out in it myself.

We're off to get haircuts, walk Otto into town, get some lunch afterwards. Enjoy the sunshine. Get all tidied up for tomorrow, and the rest of our lives, ha ha.

Our mate Matt is coming to stay for a short time. Actually, the time frame hasn't been specified, which is never a good thing. I have learnt that the hard way with friends, in the past. Still...

It is a lovely day, why do I care to get bogged down in details.

Of course, first of all, before we do anything, it is cleaning day. You know how Sam is a stickler for cleaning day on Sunday morning. Me? Personally, shrug, I couldn't care less. Clean house, dirty house, it is all the same house to me.

I've resurrected my big begonia, which got too big for the house, not that I thought it was too big, I'm happy to push through a jungle to get to the kitchen, but the consensus of the house was that it was too big. It has deteriorated outside, so I have now found a new position for it, on our front veranda. I just have to go to Bunnings and get a new pot in which to repot it.

Rainy Saturday

It rained pretty much from the moment I got up. It was constant, fine, drizzling rain all day.

Consequently, it wasn't a day to do anything much. Not much. Nah.

Sam had booked us in for eye tests at midday down at Victoria Gardens, and, you know, I wasn't really feeling it, I can tell you. 

On a miserable day like today, the best place for us is on the couch with a tartan blanket catching up on all the latest releases from YouTube, drinking mugs of hot chocolate, I'd further suggest.

I suggested cancelling and re-booking for a sunny day when it would be much nicer to head outside, which was met with a curious look from my better half. "Eye tests are an in door pursuit," he said.

Yes, well, what could I say, he was right.

So rain hats on, me luvs, we'll be heading out to battle the elements in the name of good health.

The rain looks set in, so I am assuming we'll be scurrying to the optometrist and then scurrying home again.

I can't see much else getting done.

I'm on my second last pair of runners, as my newest runners started to leak in the rain because the toe was worn through. Now it seems my second last pair of runners is now leaking too. I'll have to revert back to an older pair, I don't know how many pairs ago, so my feet stay nice and dry. Alternatively, I could go and buy a new pair. Duh!

We caught the tram. I like catching the tram, I think it’s a good way to really feel a part of your suburb.

I changed my optometrist appointment to 1.30pm, at the tram stop, as we were a bit late getting to the Pho shop for Pho for lunch, but as it turned out, we still got to the optometrist by the original appointment time. I tried to claim my original appointment time, you know, as it hadn’t been long by then, but I had to wait half an hour for them to fit me in.

A friend of mine tells me that when she wants to cheer herself up, she goes and gets new glasses, or a new phone, two things I hate doing. I hate choosing new glasses.

We both got new glasses. Sam had already had the eye test, he just needed to pick the glasses. We pick them up in a week.

Parents Are Crap At Parenting

I sent a photo of an old man nudist to David, which I have sent him many times before, as it is funny because it bears an uncanny resemblance to what David would probably look like as an old man.

I would even argue that it is barely a nude photo, but the system classified it as a nude photo and I was asked series of questions before my normal text messaging would send it.

WTF is this all about?

I was so distracted by this new over reach of guard rails that I accidentally picked the wrong answer to the question and the system remove my image from my text message altogether.

What the fuck, I thought.

This is what happens when you effectively allow parents to opt out of parenting by legislating for kids level protections, we all are made to be inconvenienced by parents lack of parenting.

If you want to protect children, get parents to do their jobs and monitor what their kids do. 

Don't legislate Big Brother style where we all get effected by the legislation. As an adult, I should be able to judge for myself what I see, and what I don't see, without a computer system questioning me.

Let's put looking after children back into the hands of parents to monitor what their kids see, and don't see, and leave the rest of us out of it.

I haven't looked at porn online since the whole age verification stuff has become a reality. I haven't wanted to hand over any more of my information to anyone online, not since I have been involved in the 4th major data breach.

I don't want to give any more of my information to people online, since companies clearly don't give a shit about keeping it safe. 

It isn't good enough.

We're being fucked over by people with kids. I see friends giving their babies and toddlers their phones and iPads to shut their kids up, and then, apparently, all through the child rearing stage, I can only assume, parents are too god damn lazy to monitor what their little brats are doing online.

And then we all get to pay for parents ineptitude, by having to jump through hoops, give companies data, that they look after about as well as parents monitor their kids online.

Here's a suggestion parents of today, if you are too god damn lazy to look after your kids, don't have them.

You know what else, with all these teenagers who are committing crimes and apparently terrorising Melbourne, we should start charging the parents with the crimes their kids are continually committing, because the parents are responsible for these brats until they are 18 anyway. I wouldn't normally say such a thing, but according to conservative commentators we are in the middle of an emergency.

Sunny Thursday

My electrician who was supposed to come today to do a major re-wire of my fusebox, but didn't turn up. I didn't even hear from him. I could have called, but, you know, it isn't urgent, I keep my $2000 for now, so what the hell. Sam didn't, exactly, agree with that. He's much more 'get onto it' than I am.

"He'll turn up eventually, so what's the drama," I said.

I continued to re-write my 2014 blog posts, just because I am enjoying doing it. It is interesting to see them come together. There were lots of missing days, so I re-wrote my journals posts from then and posted them. (some of those original journal posts were so inadequate, I find, with some of them, I am just making shit up, but I have always said, this is all loosely based on the truth. I mean everything, at least, has a kernel of truth to it, but some days the embellishments, at least, equal the truth) It's interesting what I remember when I start though.

Is it the waste of time olympics? Some people might say it it, but I enjoy doing, so how can it be a waste of time?

I've had a fascination with Joan Armatrading these last few days, so I listened to her while I wrote.

I threw Otto his ball for him while I wrote and listened to music. He never gives up on ball throwing, never. He is relentless with it, he would probably die doing it, given the chance. He is really a lovely boy.

Otto and I went for a walk after lunch, it was a gorgous sunny day, early afternoon.

I always find days with perfect weather to be really relaxing. Satisfying, even.

Essentially, it turned out to be a lazy day on the couch as the sun shone outside, just the sorts of day I like. You know, the thing I do best.