More Training

Ironically, my last post comes as a preface to a structural-collapse training exercise I was selected to participate in tomorrow. Last night I reviewed my Rescue Systems I manual. Today, I will review Rescue Systems II.

We will be breaching through concrete, shoring up collapse zones, and searching for "victims." Gypsy the rescue dog may be there too. She's cool, never stops moving, always attentive.

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Slept like the dead last night. I'm surprised I was able to after that long nap I had yesterday. Guess I either needed it or it's just the result of my psych meds which not only enable better sleep but also make my body heavy and sleepy during the day. Sometimes I fight the urge to nap; other times, I give in to day-time slumber.

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I need to go for a run now. Then I think I'll come home and clean the house a bit. I've let it go this last week. It's hard when Rover is here, because he's such a pig. Truly, he is one of the biggest slobs I've ever know. Last night he was talking about how he likes to take care of stuff that is nice, and I said, "Really? What nice thing do you have that you've kept nice?" He couldn't think of anything. Neither could I. His house is a shamble of boxes and piles of clothing. His sink is usually filled with dirty dishes. Before I cleaned it, his bathroom sink had a measurable layer of grime in and around it.

He's gross.

Messy and dirty.

And disorganized.

And a bad dresser.

Ah, love is blind, isn't it?