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Day 3,694: Brut Nature

The Joy; she press so hard up against me at night. It fills me up. Dogs (and cats) are so devoted to us. If you give them love and attention, take care of their needs, you are everything to them. The whole world. It’s so wonderful to be needed like that, and in that special, simple, easy way that they need us. Its so different from a human, right, because we’re so much more complicated. But with our animals, it’s a special kind of “needed.” We have a specifically-shaped hole inside us that they ...

Day 3,693: The Downs

I really do wish we taught more of the downs of a legendary artist’s career. I understand why we don’t: there’s only so much time, only so long you can hold a student’s attention, and there is probably the most to learn from the works that were successful…but I’m experiencing just how much there is also to learn from the struggles, from the works—even by a great artist—that didn’t turn out so well.

It humanizes the legend. It turns them into a person, and it removes the illusion or expectatio...

Day 3,692: Off

Sigh. Been “off” for a few days this week. Neck is sore (but, better today, whew). Almost have the finances all done. In a funk, nonetheless. A bit depressed, I think? Don’t really want to do anything. Watch anything. Go anywhere. I rarely get like that.

Part of it, for sure, is that I’m a little bit at the mercy of Joy’s bladder. I’ve made this bed myself, to be honest: I take her out whenever she tells me she wants to go out rather than setting a strict time in the morning and just deal wi...

Day 3,691: Trash

Tired, bit late, so it’s a swift one tonight.

Almost done organizing the finances. Not a banner year in that regard, but we SURVIVED. Of course we did. Bc we’re badasses 🙂

Joy is currently curled up HARD against me, which means it’s time for sleeps. Night night.

Day 3,690: Extraordinaire

A random video came up on FB tonight of this guy in Petaluma giving a tour of his massive Star Wars collection, and hanging in the background was this huge Millennium Falcon…and it triggered a memory for me:

I had a friend when I was younger who had the same giant model. It was HUGE. Six feet long, or somewhere around that big, pre-made with wires to hang it from the ceiling. And I remember he’d won it; he was a retired guy, a massive Star Trek fan and Star Wars fan, and he basically spent hi...

Day 3,689: Floating

A day of errands. Work permitted, thankfully. There were groceries to hunt down, returns to make, dog food to donate, a dirty car to wash, salads to procure. I started (ish) on the finances by realizing the estimated tax payment I thought I’d made I actually hadn’t. So, I made it, plus the one that was due at the end of the year. I got a quote for new insurance for the Coops, since our existing insurance is almost three times more expensive than it was last year, and it was EXPENSIVE last year a...

Day 3,688: Fresh

Fresh sheets. Did the laundry today. Fresh Ira. Took a shower before bed.

Glorious.

I really want my rhythm back. I’m going to try and capture it tomorrow, or at least start it. I’ve been getting up on time. But, I’ve fallen into a loathsome habit of going back to sleep. And by “loathsome” I really mean “deliciously cozy.” I get to have a little second sleep with the pups. I love it. But…sleeping is not writing, and I need to get my ass in gear on this next book. I have several of them to ...

Day 3,687: Cozy

I don’t know why, exactly, but tonight is a cozy night. The coziest night I’ve felt in a while. Pups are extra snuggly. We watched a movie together and I ate spaghetti and had a glass of wine. And now we’re in bed, gonna go to sleep early, and maybe read for a bit. Just…cozy.

I miss Coco. Been thinking about her a lot lately. Just…missing her. I miss being able to show her how much I love her multiple times a day. I miss how cozy she felt at all times. I was never alone, because Coco was alwa...

Day 3,686: Butter Horse

Wow. We watched the first genuinely, bonafide, no-excuses, terrible Hitchcock movie tonight. It was…wild. Nonsensical. Trash. Had to happen eventually, I guess.

Anyway…it is late, so this is a short one. Night night. More tomorrow 🙂

Day 3,685: Dry-Ass Cookies

Sigh. So…I learned something today: when measuring flour, you must scoop with a spoon into your dry measuring cup, then lightly level off. If you scoop it straight from the bag, like a dumbass, your baked goods will come out dry af.

I knew it was off as soon as they started cooking. I could smell it. They didn’t smell like chocolate chip cookies, they smelled like bread. I thought maybe it was because I used baking powder instead of soda. No. I got that right. Or maybe I’d used too little but...