We met and tried to play with a day old lamb. We barked at everything. Something happened in the back room that caused everyone to laugh, but I didn’t see what it was. And then he wrapped me in the leash and jumped through the railing and he thought that was great fun.
And then I had to go get my oil changed and when I got home, he’d pooped and thrown up all over.
So, what I thought had been an awesome, low-stress trip to the vet had apparently not been. But once he got that all out of his system, he napped and now he seems to be fine.
I really love that I get to take him to a vet where they all love him.
Also, I wrote a lot on the bombing book. Book. Manuscript. Whatever. It feels really good to be writing again. And reading. I was reading through this book yesterday and I literally was like “what’s this feeling?” and it was enjoyment. Pleasure.
Which is not a feeling reading has given me since the election.
But here’s the thing that brings me peace about writing. Even if no one wants to publish it, I can give it to the library and a better historian than me can find it and find it useful.
Betsy, I love your descriptions! The daily dog thoughts always make me laugh, they really make the cat seem even more regal and so above it all. As they are. I look forward to reading your story on the unsolved bombings, I knew nothing about this until we talked about it last year. I am glad that I came across your blog! -Julie