Oh, look. It’s Tuesday. It’s been a trying morning. Podrick is triggering Shawshank. The meatball is all gas, no brakes. He’s been wired since around 5am, determined to get into the closets and tear things off the bedroom wall. Shawshank locked him out of the bedroom. Sometime before 7am, he jumped off the shelf over…
A year ago, my sister was married. Facebook has been doing a wonderful job of smearing it in my face for the last few days. It makes me really, really sad. First, I’m terribly jealous. She had the big family wedding, with a reception, and a DJ, and a pro photographer. Not only that, but…
Monday’s drive in was rough. There wasn’t any traffic, no construction, but I was already anxious about the repair estimate. Anxiety breeds more anxiety, and that just results in everything being a gateway to remembering things that my mind won’t let me forget, bringing everything back and to the forefront. In this case, it was…