It's starting to get dark earlier. And yes, I realize it's only going to get worse with the whole "fall back" - which happens in about a month.
But what sucks about it is that playtime with Piper in the back yard is less fun. Because I can't see her in the dark. Now, true, she has some reflective doodads on her collar, but really, she's a black dog who sticks to the fence line and makes like a shadow.
So, I'm dealing with that. I might get one of those little flasher lights that joggers wear. Because she has energy she needs to expend. I have less energy. I don't know what's wrong, exactly, but I'm feeling a little lethargic.
And I need to get cracking. I have Halloween costumes to construct, and cabinets to empty. I need to order some materials for a home improvement project we have coming up.
And always laundry and dishes and sweeping.
But once it's about 7:45 PM, I'm counting the minutes til 10PM, which seems like a reasonable bedtime...right?
I met with my apnea doc earlier this week, and he was pleased with where I am, but wants me to lose weight. He agreed that it's especially hard when you're traveling - so at least he knows what we're dealing with. But, the machine works and I can see him again in six months.
I have to get a few things to prepare for a wedding this weekend. I also need to buy a wedding present. Which is way less fun when you live in a major market without a Crate and Barrel. We do have, as it happens, a plethora of Cracker Barrels, but it's decidedly NOT the same thing. Although, I just bought two Halloween cards from Cracker Barrel - so, there's that.
So, I've been thinking about the debates.
When I was a junior in High School our history teacher had us do debates on moments in American History. I volunteered to do the first one with this guy who I ended up dating briefly, but that's another story. Anyway, I prepared hardcore for the debate and when the day came, I just eviscerated him. It was brutal. If you were him. If you were me, it was AWESOME. I earned some cred with our teacher and got the rep for someone you didn't want to go up against. I was otherwise mediocre as fuck in that class. So I know how it feels to be Hillary Clinton. And to a lesser extent, Mike Pence. Although, truthfully I still prefer Tim Kaine. He's a feisty little Boston Terrier.
Anyway.
The holidays are coming, and apparently that's a trigger for my grief to return like a freight train through a small town. I'm working on/through it. But at least I'm aware that it's happening and that I can cut myself a little slack.
That's enough for now, I think. I'm tired, and it's just 11AM. Which makes for a long day.
I need some customers to get moving and get me back on the road.
ae
But what sucks about it is that playtime with Piper in the back yard is less fun. Because I can't see her in the dark. Now, true, she has some reflective doodads on her collar, but really, she's a black dog who sticks to the fence line and makes like a shadow.
So, I'm dealing with that. I might get one of those little flasher lights that joggers wear. Because she has energy she needs to expend. I have less energy. I don't know what's wrong, exactly, but I'm feeling a little lethargic.
And I need to get cracking. I have Halloween costumes to construct, and cabinets to empty. I need to order some materials for a home improvement project we have coming up.
And always laundry and dishes and sweeping.
But once it's about 7:45 PM, I'm counting the minutes til 10PM, which seems like a reasonable bedtime...right?
I met with my apnea doc earlier this week, and he was pleased with where I am, but wants me to lose weight. He agreed that it's especially hard when you're traveling - so at least he knows what we're dealing with. But, the machine works and I can see him again in six months.
I have to get a few things to prepare for a wedding this weekend. I also need to buy a wedding present. Which is way less fun when you live in a major market without a Crate and Barrel. We do have, as it happens, a plethora of Cracker Barrels, but it's decidedly NOT the same thing. Although, I just bought two Halloween cards from Cracker Barrel - so, there's that.
So, I've been thinking about the debates.
When I was a junior in High School our history teacher had us do debates on moments in American History. I volunteered to do the first one with this guy who I ended up dating briefly, but that's another story. Anyway, I prepared hardcore for the debate and when the day came, I just eviscerated him. It was brutal. If you were him. If you were me, it was AWESOME. I earned some cred with our teacher and got the rep for someone you didn't want to go up against. I was otherwise mediocre as fuck in that class. So I know how it feels to be Hillary Clinton. And to a lesser extent, Mike Pence. Although, truthfully I still prefer Tim Kaine. He's a feisty little Boston Terrier.
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| Am I a good boy, Hillary? |
Anyway.
The holidays are coming, and apparently that's a trigger for my grief to return like a freight train through a small town. I'm working on/through it. But at least I'm aware that it's happening and that I can cut myself a little slack.
That's enough for now, I think. I'm tired, and it's just 11AM. Which makes for a long day.
I need some customers to get moving and get me back on the road.
ae
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