I took a walk today, because my heart's been heavy since November and even trips into fandom can't relieve that for long ( Read more... )

I have been informed that my blog contains far too many mentions of canine bowel movements, and not enough discussion of me ( Read more... )

I'm trying to figure out if there's any metaphor to be found in the way stinkbugs have chosen my room as their favored hangout spot, and in the way I have adopted a low-tolerance policy as a result of this ( Read more... )

I'm feeling quiet and sleepy tonight -- sleepy because I'm up too late, again, and quiet I think because for me it was just a quiet day. Ironically today was that really busy shopping day that you see advertised everywhere; I'd actually forgotten. I came back to my house after work and finished the book I'd been reading for the past week (Crooked ( Read more... )

With regards to food, Thanksgiving is a holiday that's easy to side-eye; it's like a celebration of gluttony, and of course gluttony is bad ( Read more... )

I don't have a whole lot tonight. I've been getting to bed way-too-late much too often recently, for a variety of reasons, but it's not a good habit to keep.

Work was fine today, though there was an awful lot of urine going on -- you'd think with only 11 dogs in-house there wouldn't be many messes, but some of those 11 dogs are very messy puppers ( Read more... )

I worked two shifts at the shelter today, with about three and a half hours in between, during which time I lay in bed and read ( Read more... )

I cracked my head on a table corner today, something I have not done since I was average-table-height, and I keep forgetting and then running my hands through my hair and going, OW, WTF. Oh.(My dear, however did you do something so silly? Well friends, I was industriously disinfecting a meet&greet room at the shelter, and this included crouching ( Read more... )

Tonight I went to a poetry reading, where folks from different countries read poetry in their own languages first, and then read translations in English. It was cool! I heard poems in Spanish, Slovenian, Russian, Czech, Shona, Hindi, Persian, and Chinese ( Read more... )

Today's self-care included raking a big pile of leaves over to the side of the shed, with the idea that a pile of leaves is a compromise between not-raking and leaving leaves by the curb for the leaf collector trucks. I noticed there was already a pile of debris against the shed -- sticks and grass clippings and such -- so hurling the leaves on top ( Read more... )