This is apparently perfect dog weather. Sonnyboy bounded around the yard, played in the creek, sniffed secret sniffs, chased a shadow, came when he was called, and leaped twice over a giant log. Now he’s napping like a champ.
I’ve been doing my October thing. I was worried with the medication that I wouldn’t be able to. I mean, I feel like this year has been a slow rewiring of my brain in ways I’m not sure about yet. I don’t know how my creativity’s going to play out.
So, it’s going, but it’s going differently. It feels more abstract. The lessons are harder to put into words. It’s just different.
But I’m different, so I think it’s okay.
Tiny Cat Pants 