I sometimes get down about writing for Pith, because I feel like I’m shouting alone.
And then there’s this and this and I think, okay, then. It’s okay.
Yes, I am taking him for walks without the face thing. It was kind of a disaster today because there were a couple of joggers and they had to be thwarted through jumping (though not lunging, it was definitely just a display of “don’t fuck with us” not a “I’m about to make you sorry for fucking with us.”) and acting like a nincompoop.
No, I don’t know how I’ll be able to tell when he starts to go gray, because his face is already pretty white.
And we were late for breakfast, so the cat had to come find us, because he thinks I’m an idiot who can’t be trusted to find my way home.