Until I sent it to him.
But that's okay, we've been together so long I never expected he would pick it up on his own. Now we'll both have a larf and trust me, we both need it lately.
Major drama, pain activity idiot doctor non-visit visit. Big project of the day: securing a doc appointment... in NOVEMBER!?!?!?!
Yeah, this place is real good to its constituents.
Paging Dr. Nick!
So it's one of those days. It's still hard not to write for free, especially for the Hollywood site one which got decent play. Decent play and no pay.
But he's right--what's the point?
I finally have a reason, something to focus on, and the only thing that gets in the way is literally, my brain. And now that I feel a little better, I am sharing words with the few of you out there.
Words, words and words.
It goes on and the days melt and the sun is still scorching, desert creatures howling a lot at night. Creeping out poor Maggie (our pound rescue of about 12 or so years) who now won't walk in the woodsy (translation: cactusi) section in the back. She's smelling those coyotes I bet. Can't blame her....
We even think she's had it with this climate and boring existence. She keeps pulling out our little suitcases.....hmmmmmm. Is that a dog message?
Chow.
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