In about an hour, it will be exactly 1 week since we lost Orion.

I've experienced loss before, but nothing like losing my pup. Ro yelled and I was out of bed and flying down the stairs, throwing on clothing as I went. Orion was on the floor, not moving. When I touched him, though, he lifted his head, and I dared to hope that he would be okay. Within ( Read more... )

I never realized just how exhausting grief could be ( Read more... )

Tomorrow, for the first time since I started working full time again, I will leave for work without kissing a furry head and telling him, "Be a good boy. Mommy loves you. See you tonight."

I may be drinking heavily soon. That is all ( Read more... )

I am having a hard time getting started on these papers for some reason. One is for Organized Communication and the other is for Astrobiology, both subjects I am enjoying. It’s time to just buckle down and churn them out. Just need to finish the day’s first cup of coffee as I poke around online and play a bit while waking up.

Yesterday was ( Read more... )

Ro has to be up at an ungodly hour on Friday to get to work, so instead of driving to NJ for dinner with the family, we're having Thanksgiving at home This meant I was one of those crazy people in Giant at 6 pm the night before Thanksgiving, getting everything we needed to make dinner! 
Adding to the challenge of making dinner for 5 last minute: the ( Read more... )

Ugh. Glasses. How I hate them. Yet for now, I'm stuck with them. At least until my eye clears up and I can get to the eye doctor to get whatever needs addressed fixed.

Right now I feel so clumsy and frumpy in them. There's all this *me* and all this hair and all these glasses. I thought this stage passed when people were, oh, 12. I'm about 30 years ( Read more... )

Cleaning out files. I'd forgotten I'd written this snippet, based on a dream I'd had:

It started with a dream.

In that dream, the light from the streetlamps barely illuminated her bedroom. There was just enough light to let her see the figure standing in her open doorway. There was no mistaking the Archangel Michael, with golden locks flowing down ( Read more... )

• Corn on the cob, still in its husk, soaking.
• Burgers prepped and ready to go on the grill.
• Bean “salad” in the oven.
• Chips out, dip ready to go.
• Roasted potatoes being brought by Michelle.

I had a nice neat shopping list all ready to go. Somehow, I managed to misplace it. Without moving. Go figure ( Read more... )