The Year of My Socks, Two-Thousand and Eighteen
I wore a pair of socks today. There's a picture of them below. Right now I'm not having much luck remembering why I picked them out of the drawer this morning. Truth is, yesterday's post was a bit disingenuous on my part. I knew there was a good chance Maddie would be leaving us today and … Continue reading Heavy Hearts And (Nearly) Forgotten Footwear
We've had plenty of pictures of Smoky with my socks, but somehow none with Maddie, our aging lady. She doesn't get around so well anymore, and a recent stroke left her with a permanent head-cock that makes it look she's questioning everything, but her skill at napping has always...and continues to...make me green with envy. … Continue reading Sleepy Sunday and Socks
So it’s Friday around these parts, which means that by the time you’ve read this, the weekend will either already be in full swing or barely a mere step away from your greedy, outstretched paws. Which, of course, begs the question, what are you planning for your weekend? Me? Well, what I really want to … Continue reading The weekend approaches
I’ve had too much on my mind all day today to produce a post that isn’t total, incessant, rambling drivel, although how that would differ from a typical post isn’t, um, completely clear. You know what? Quit asking so many questions. What is this, the Spanish Inquision? I don’t have to answer to you. I … Continue reading The ultimate internet filler: a haiku and a doggy picture
