More bags, Less Wallet, Charging, Unhappy dog incoming

I forgot to mention that over the weekend I went back to Costco to grab more of the pants that I really liked. In addition I found some jeans that were good looking and comfortable. The purchase allowed me to do yet another round of culling in my closet, removing any pants/jeans that were gifted to me. At this point I think anything that is in my closet was purchased with my own funds and I prefer it that way. Someone shopping at Goodwill is going to have a chance to buy some nice pants at a discount.

I have had a large leather wallet my entire life. My current iteration that you see in the picture is actually significantly less bulky than what I have carried in the past. I have had one of those modern Ridge style wallets that was gifted to me for over a year, sitting untouched in a box. For unknown reasons I was motivated to take it out of it’s box, finally, last night.

Obviously I can not carry everything I have in my normal wallet. The Rossm is designed to hold the core cards you need to carry and some cash and not much else which requires an obvious shift in my wallet habits. I migrated over the cards I deemed necessary for my daily existence and slid my cash under the strap. It will be interesting to see how this trial run goes. I suspect like most things it will be awkward at first and become the new norm as time goes on.

Today I took my Tacoma to work as I have my Tesla at home, plugged in and charging to 100%. The reason for this is I am driving over to the Miami airport to pick up Gladys who is flying in from Roatan this afternoon. We are going to grab dinner somewhere on the way back. It will be nice to have some face to face time with her. Although I still talk to Gladys regularly, in person communication is a rare thing.

Elsa is going to be very unhappy with me tomorrow. She is going in for a dental cleaning. To do this they put her under anesthesia. To be put under anesthesia you can’t have any food 12 hours prior so she won’t get anything for breakfast. Elsa, like most dogs is very much in her routine, knowing what I am going to do next even before I do it most of the time. When I do not give her breakfast tomorrow morning, give her a piece of cheese from my eggs or let her lick my peanut butter covered knife she is going to stare at me endlessly with a look of confusion and concern. It’s going to be uncomfortable for both her and I.