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Just A Quick Hello

I am dogsitting this weekend. An old, slow-moving dog whose thick hair is not so robust as it used to be. I am generally fond of this dog, although my fondness does not preclude a great disdain for the inevitable picking-up-of-his-poo. I am mostly hoping that he doesn't pee on the floor because I stayed out too late with my friends and his bladder is not so great.

Also, looking forward to the gorgeous house the dog lives in, and spending a good chunk of my weekend wrestling with some creative projects that have been put on hold for the last few weeks while soup simmers on the gas stove.

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I dislike saying that I'm "busy" or that my life is "crazy" or that time is "flying by" because all of those give the impression that I am somehow not in control of my schedule, or that my days are full of unpleasant things. But I will say that when I write down today's date, I wonder, How has this happened!? A whole YEAR almost done?? And it makes me both joyful and nostalgic, and excited but nervous. More to come on this, I think.

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And finally. Because you don't already know that I'm obsessed with sunrises and sunsets and silhouettes against the sky, here is another picture from my daily walk to work.

Comments

MLW said…
Enjoy your weekend! Will look for comments on how it goes. :D
Vanman91 said…
Loving sunrise, sunsets and silhouettes against the sky might be hereditary ... :-)

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