A word from the dog


Hey! Uh … could you look down here for a minute?

I’m sorta sleepy, but also sorta want you to pet me.

Photo of black-and-white dog on a couch.
Abe the Wonder Dog

I’m tired. Remember when it was just you and me?

(And, well yeah, that other dog, too, I guess). But mostly you and me – home alone. Girl Human and Small Human were gone for hours. You would always let us have Second Breakfast.

Now everyone is here all the time. I love everyone. I get walks every day. I’ve jogged with the Man every morning since April.

But …

No more Second Breakfast. No more Lunch.

I am tired now. So tired..

And, I miss bacon.

Your (first) dog,


Close-range parenting

As I write this, I am sitting at the picnic table on our deck. This is my office until about mid-morning when the July heat will make it hotter than hell’s front porch. Then I move to the bedroom.

My husband is working in the corner of the bonus storage room above our carport. It’s the only non-bedroom room with a door. A previous owner added it in order to move the washer and dryer out of the kitchen, but it is the size of a small bedroom – just with a concrete floor and no insulation. So, in between conference calls – his and mine – I run in to move the clothes from one machine to the other.

My office mate likes to sleep on the job.

We set up my son’s desk in the dining room. In August, this will again be “school” for him, though right now it is the scene of too many Roblox marathons. My daughter, at 10:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, is still asleep. But when she wakes up, she will spend the better part of the day on her laptop or phone.

I have had friends–also working from home with kids in a pandemic–ask me ‘what I do about screen time.’ My answer: I make them wear headphones or keep the volume low.

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