A Game, Whacked out, Cleansed

Last Friday when our lunch time group played pickleball we had six players so we did a king of the hill type of format where if a team won they kept playing and if you lost you came off. The one team won all of their games and was a little cocky about it in a funny, good natured way. We played again yesterday and that team of two stayed together, hoping to repeat that performance. They didn’t. Instead they wound up losing every game.

The funny trash talk gave me a little motivation and I brought my A game, playing some of my better ball in a little while. It was fun to shove it back in their face. Sure I am a nice guy but I also am competitive at my core. I don’t get as bent out of shape from losing as I once did but that fire is still in there.

So yesterday was Elsa’s dental procedure. I was glad when I got the call that everything went well. They said her teeth looked good, no extractions were needed and that she was just a little woozie from the anesthesia. That last part was a bit of an understatement. When they brought her out I could tell she was still whacked out which they said could last for a little while.

When I got her home I took her for a short walk and she was still basically a zombie. She kept bumping into me as we walked, very slowly. She also had no interest in food, not even the treats she normally devours. Her tongue was poking out of her mouth most of the night which looked funny. I just encouraged her to lay down and sleep, which she did. Finally right before bed she acted like she was hungry and I gave her some food.

This morning I assumed she would be fully recovered but she still clearly has somewhat of a haze going on. I’m hoping that clears up during the day today. It made me a little sad seeing her not feeling/acting normal. It made me realize just how huge of a role she holds in my life.

I was productive at home last night. I waited until things cooled off a bit and then gave the Tesla a much needed bath after it’s first cross state journey the day before. I had the Alexa in the garage playing music as I completed the clean up. It was a peaceful sort of feeling, for some reason.