Today as the dog was walking back to me after chasing a bunny, a word popped into my head–flourishing. I think he’s flourishing. I know he misses the Butcher–I do, too–but I feel like we’ve developed some kind of new understanding of what it means to live together without him. And we’re doing okay.
I really love this little baby blanket. The border is going to take a while, I think, but I think it’ll be worth it.
And I’ve decided to just lean into the paranoia of the bombing story in my draft, to just let the weirdness be at the center of it.