It's 10 o'clock, do you know where your kids are?

It's not really 10 o'clock, but for some sillyreason, that phrase comes back to me sometimes. Now it should be, "it's 10 o'clock, do you know where your bed is". We had such heat this week that sleeping wasn't comfortable. With the hot and cold and hot and cold and hot again, the Girl is sick. So, a combinations of hot and cold weather and onslaught of cold germs, one of us isn't a happy camper. In fact, there are no happy campers here at all. The weather will be cooler tomorrow, but I'm not waiting. I'm taking drugs tonight to help me sleep. I just hope the pager doesn't go off. I'll sound stupid trying to get information out of someone in the middle of the night with slurred speech.

This weeks brings with it a share of sadness, but a sense of pride. On Thursday, San Diego paid homage to a fallen police officer in a way that could only be called amazing. Since my boss's son is part of the police department, and because I feel a particular respect for the men and women who protect me, I felt motivated to watch the funeral procession as it went past our work place. A couple of co-workers and I went to the corner to stand and watch. There were already several people beginning to line the streets, but by the time the procession started, there were people all down the way. It was very moving. There were law enforcement from all over, from Tijuana to northern  CA, out of state as far as Washington DC. There were fire personnel, Border patrol,Sheriff, CHP and so many other branches in the parade, honoring this man's dedication to his job, and to him as a person. He must have touched so many lives. We watched for 30 minutes as they went past and never even got to the civilian cars. I heard it took 90 minutes to get everyone out of the parking lot at the Q. I was very amazed at the hearts of all those people, how they gave so much. It was humbling. I sure wish I had taken pictures.

As the week progressed, so did the heat. On Wednesday, it was 99 degrees in La Jolla. Now, I'm not too sure about that, but it was stinking hot this week. And dry. So dry your nose gets crispy inside and breathing becomes difficult. Drinking coffee is hard to enjoy. Cooking just isn't a happening thing. We have a promise of a cool weekend, and we still hope.

Also progressing is MIL. She got her driver's licence renewed, after 3 months of not being able to drive. Cataract surgery on both eyes and studying got her back into the driver's seat. I know she is glad, but so am I. While I would never, ever begrudge taking care of aging parents, it does get time consuming to care for someone an hour away each week. Equally, I am sure she is glad to not be dependent on the Husband , as well. I know that her vision is way better than before, and I hope she finds life to be more interesting now.

Dog's nose is looking better. I don't call him Manger much any more. He is so goofy. He likes to eat tissues, and usually finds used ones with the sickness going round. I've reached down his throat and pulled them out more than once. It's just plain ol' nasty. He's a garbage gut. His latest "gotta bark at that " item is a weed puller and clay flower pots. He's been addicted to pot barking since we brought him home.

So, the week has come to an end again, and tomorrow shows promise of grocery shopping, cleaning and laundry. I love my life, really. What I don't love is the way things just get undone and the fact that dust exists.