I have a lot of photos from the last few weeks, and here are some. But first, I must tell you this: last night as Monk was sleepily lowering himself to the floor to wait for his dinner, he farted. Super loudly. Startled, he stood up, scurried across the room, and looked around in confusion as we laughed.
On to photos--some of these are of the pets (of course), some are from my last early morning drive to the psychiatrist's office (which is located by a large cemetery). This, however, is a vase of carnations:
And these are some pets:
The cemetery last week was cold and sunny, sort of brittle and watery and quiet. I drove through it on my way back to the highway, and I felt comforted somehow that the ground four feet under stays around fifty degrees year round.
I like this state.
I also like these two idiots:
More of the cemetery:
More of that sunrise:
This is what I look like after I've been driving on ice for forty minutes, at seven in the morning. I certainly have not regretted the purchase of the yellow coat.
These are the dogs, again.
More of this guy. Sometimes I'm not sure if he even likes me. I woke up at one in the morning yesterday and realized his face was pressed against mine, and his tail was wagging. Aw, I thought, he likes me. He does!
Then he continued to pester me (and J) for the next five hours until we got up. Turned out he just needed to take an explosive crap.
I discovered this morning that he nibbled the suede off my favorite pair of maroon (suede) heeled boots. I had to settle for black, and that was not nearly as sassy as I had planned. Also, if he would quit eating my clothing, his poops would be less painful. I'm sure of it.
And then a bit more of this:
It's Friday, and that means question time. (I wouldn't make you scroll through all that without question time.) What shoes are you wearing today? If your bed was covered with clothes, and you were super sleepy and it was late, what would you do? If you have an alarm clock, what wakes you up in the morning--radio or alarm noises? What are you doing this weekend?
Today it is windy/snowy/cold, so I am wearing boots. My brown boots, purchased at Target, from the kids' shoe section. They're very sturdy. I also finally found my other turquoise-colored knee sock, thank GOODNESS. In the past, if my bed was covered with laundry/pets/books/other things, I would just burrow into the crap and sleep with it. I'll even admit that I liked it. It's true: I like sleeping in a chaotic bed. However, out of respect for my husband, I no longer let myself lazily lie in such squalor. Last night I crawled into bed and sleepily pushed a pile of laundry onto the floor, and then felt genuinely happy because I was being helpful. I'm awesome that way.
We have the alarm set to the only radio station it will pick up. I'm normally awake when it goes off due to dogs/cats, but if I'm not I'll often sleep through the radio alarm. I'm better with buzzers and beeps. The local radio station is usually finishing up the weather and moving on to livestock reports (hogs) when it goes off the first time. If we hit snooze and it goes off again, it's "news." If we hit snooze again, the third time we get to hear the guy reading the list of local happy birthdays, which seems to horrify my husband.
This weekend! Tonight I hope to clean the house, and tomorrow I have a client meeting at 9:00, and then the rest of the weekend hopefully will be dedicated to art/doing things on my to-do list/catching up on correspondence/napping.