I think yesterday was the hottest day the puppies have experienced yet. It was in the low 90’s here. They both would play a little outside, then plop down on the lawn and relax. It’s pretty rare for them to actually lie down in the grass, they usually just sit up in it and look around. Just an observation I noticed yesterday, even in the evening. It seemed like they enjoyed it out there, so I let them out a few extra times throughout the evening.

We kept it cool in the house — about 74F — so naturally they had to cuddle and bury themselves in their comforter to stay warm enough for their liking.

And it was my birthday, the big 57. Oh joy, it’s my Pandemic Birthday. Pretty uneventful day all around, which is how I like it. Birthday celebrations should stop at a certain point. It’s a good thing to reach maturity, but after that it’s just good to be healthy and happy. Then, later on, it’s just a good thing to wake up in the morning. I’m approaching the third phase now… The fourth? I’m not going to say. I just typed it out, then realized it was way too depressing, so I deleted it.