It was hot today. Almost 90 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s supposed to be warm all weekend. I suppose it’s fitting, given that Memorial Day weekend is the (un)official start of summer. Oh, and summer thunderstorms are in the forecast. I love thunderstorms. I love watching them and laying in bed listening to them. Counting the seconds between the flash of lightening and the clap of thunder. It just makes me smile.
But it becomes a frown when I think about how I found a dead flea. In the house. On. My. BED. But at least it was dead. Aussie gets internal flea meds (Sentinel, kills the eggs) as well as topical flea stuff (Frontline Plus, kills fleas and ticks). Yet I still found a dead flea in my house. Ick. I don’t get it. Flea combing the dog is now at the top of my to-do list for the remainder of the weekend to make sure there aren’t any other fleas. That and a very hot wash of all of my bedding.
Next week I leave town for the NASIG conference in Louisville, Kentucky. That means I have a very long list of things to do. Fun things like chores, which includes laundry, so I can pack.
Fortunately, Memorial Day (Monday) is a paid holiday for me. That gives me an extra day to tackle my list. Right after I flea comb the dog.