identity shift?
I’m thinking–just toying with the idea, mind you–of changing the name of the blog. Since there’s now one dog, not two, and the one dog doesn’t steal yarn. Since that one dog is a little old man who doesn’t much …
I’m thinking–just toying with the idea, mind you–of changing the name of the blog. Since there’s now one dog, not two, and the one dog doesn’t steal yarn. Since that one dog is a little old man who doesn’t much …
…because I keep thinking I should post here and then keep putting it off. I don’t have much to say. Thumper’s terrific. The garden is growing. I’ve got a huge crush on Billy. All the usual stuff. It’s rather quiet …
In Utopia, your neighbors turn up on your doorstep with eggs they’ve just gathered from their chicken coop. Aren’t they beautiful? The white ones aren’t actually white. They’re a very pale blue. I’ve never had eggs quite this fresh before, …
So I’ll point you in the direction of my friend Michael Deibert, who has plenty to say and says it well.
But also a bit of wallowing and a bit of sulking. And all while weighted down by the tail end of a cold, and waking up on Wednesday morning with my top lip totally swollen by cold sores (boy did …
though not entirely healthy yet. But it’s been long enough that I’m fairly confident I’m no longer contagious. A good feeling in and of itself, as I don’t enjoy going out into the world with the sense that I’m dropping …