Coworkers

I now work from home on Mondays. It’s a pretty sweet deal, because I save myself 60 miles of commuting a week, which is not a small sum in gasoline when you add it all up. I also get two hours of my day back, which means I’ve already done laundry and cleaned the bathroom and it’s just now lunchtime.
The company I work for is teeny tiny, so working alone in my house isn’t all that different from being in a quiet office with two other people. But there is one major difference — I now share an “office” with four canine coworkers.
Right now Scout and Eller are both laying (literally) under my feet, and Julie is across the room, her big, fat body pressed against the cool hardwood floors. She is snoring, of course. Montego is perched on the arm of the chair across the room, watching me intently. If I were to get up, she would follow quickly. Historically, I have always been Tego’s second favorite person. She’s preferred roommates and friends over me ever since I got her. But either her entry into senior doghood (she’s 10 if you can believe it), or our move to Minnesota has put me on the top of her list. She follows me everywhere.
Aaron and I always wonder what they do during the day when we’re not here, and I suspect this is pretty much it. A lot of snoozing. It’s a lot more fun to imagine that they have a rousing game of poker.

Scenes from a Kitchen

Last night, 7 p.m.
Me: “One year ago today I said ‘yes!‘”
Him: “Best question I ever asked.”

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