Run Away and Live to Fight Another Project

Some pretty red berries, or possibly seed pods, that grow on the trees at our park. I love the way they stand out.

Writing days this past week: 2

That’s why I’m not going to keep banging my head against this post. I had great intentions and what seemed like a decent idea, but it’s just not coming together, and I have limited energy to spend today. I’m learning to interpret the signs of imminent brain failure in myself, at least. One of them is that I made tea and set it next to my computer spot, but when I just went to drink it, I discovered that it had somehow gone stone cold. Another is that there’s macaroni in the microwave. I have no idea when I put it in there, but the microwave has clearly given up on me ever retrieving it because its periodic reminder beeps sound very depressed. This explains why the headache I had earlier is threatening to return and ruin me. I’ll be back next week with something that will hopefully be marginally more interesting.

The pups and I were at the vet yesterday for their annual checkup. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all be like Tupac there, in the middle? He mostly forgets about the vet in between visits, just like he forgets about pretty much everything else, good or bad. Toci, on the other hand, remembers. She has dire suspicions that the universe is out to get her, and vet visits are just her confirmation that I’m in on the plot.