Here’s the (not so) short version of what consumes my life at the moment:
I slipped on the wet back porch, fell and landed in puppy poop this morning. He pooped on the deck, not on the grass. The deck is raised. We have to go down five steps to reach the lawn.
maniac puppy can do this, navigate the steps. He does this every day a million times. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE FRICKIN’ WORLD.
Continue reading “Dramatic drama brought to you by puppy poop”
The end of 2020 will mark many endings, and a few new beginnings.
Redirect me to this statement next time I sound exasperated, exhausted, depressed, anxious or confused. (Basically every 15 minutes or so.) 😉
Something’s gotta give. So I’m writing down my master plan, a sort of directional instruction guide.
Continue reading “Looking ahead: reflections and gratitude”
I have begun the arduous climb out of the abyss I fell into this week.
A lot has been going on here, none of which is very interesting, but it did include a self-indulgent pity party in which I wallowed, and slept, almost continuously for several days.
Sorry (not sorry) you weren’t invited.
Continue reading “Derailment – the abyss”