I woke up this morning to an empty house, with two small dogs sleeping downstairs. The dogs didn't budge as I walked by towards the mancave, which meant they weren't hungry and didn't need to relieve themselves.

I was up at 0500, usually up at 0600. I have two things to accomplish today, take care of the dogs, and make sure our nurse friend Jennifer gets a good day sleep after a long night shift.

Jen showed up around 0745, took a leak, and then headed straight to Shelby's bed upstairs. It's almost 1400 and I assume she's still sleeping, or maybe she's gone?

As to the dogs, I couldn't get their little asses up this morning. They hadn't done their business since yesterday evening, and I didn't want any inside accidents.

I finally got Zinny up, gave her breakfast and meds, and let her hangout in front of the cave, where she soaked up some sun.

Then the three of us had a great walk under the 110 freeway on ramp.

Along the way, stops were made. Zinny even dropped a big load on the sidewalk as we entered our back parking lot. I have bags, and I cleaned it up.

Then I secured the dogs in their little air-conditioned paradise, and walked over to the Z. Wearing just bathing trunks with a Crockett Shoals Tubing staff tee shirt stuck in them, I needed a Pensacola cocktail.

My favorite bartender Brooke had whipped up some Sloppy Joe mix over in the corner, but I passed and stuck to one drink.

And now here I am, in the mancave alone with the fan blowing cool air over my very tan, skinny, sticky body.

I hope Jennifer drops into the cave for a minute, before she leaves (and if she's still here).

I would ask her how her shift was last night, she looked pretty beat up when she walked in this morning. Hey, she skipped a fun time in New Orleans to pull a tough shift and then slept in a friends bed.