I'm just trying to have a gourd time with as much pumpkin spice as I can

Badger and I started the morning out walking over the tracks to the yard sale in front of the school.
She’d been eyeing a leather jacket since yesterday.
They had no price on it, so I took it up to the table, and it was $50—I think she said originally they paid $200 for it.

Sloth life. No regrets. Just crumbs and remote control 🦥📺🍪

I actually slept until 8 a.m., Barky wasn't barking.
Even an extra hour makes a difference in how one feels.
Barky didn't pop out until after 3 p.m., I don't know if Van Gogh had taken him somewhere or what.
It's entirely possible one of the other neighbors fussed at him for letting that dog start barking at the crack of dawn.
We have quite a few night shift workers around.

A Walk, a Birthday, and a Nation Failing Its Children

Van Gogh—I really need to find out his real name, but I couldn't use it on the blog anyway—had Barky out super early again. 
I have trouble sleeping as it is, and once I'm awake, I'm awake. 
I try to sleep until 8 a.m., but Barky starts—well, Heron said he started before 7 am. 
Poor Heron is in that RV, and I'm sure it has little to no insulation, which means all noise is just amplified.
He probably feels like the dog is in the RV with him.

Early Barks, Same Old Routine, Different Day

Van Gogh had his dogs in the yard before 7:30 a.m.—and the new one barked all day long. 
Cowboy got to bed at 1:45 a.m. 
I'm sure he had a restful morning; our bedroom window is right across from Barky. 

Espresso Yourself… Because This Town Has Nothing Else Brewing ☕🏡

This was another do-nothing day. 
But if you think about it, unless we go to town on Thursday, most of our days are do-nothing days. 
We’re rural—but not deep country. 
Still, it’s twelve miles to get to a store, a doctor, a park, or a movie. 
This town died back in the ’60s.

Buckets and Lockdowns and Books, Oh My! (It’s Monday)”

I keep repeating to myself: today is Monday, today is Monday. 
I should know that—really, I should—but we seem to be in that little bubble where time has no meaning.

Badger is down for the count, so we've stayed inside. 
She's mostly been in bed with a bucket and a heating pad.

Conflicted Hearts: Grief Lives Here Too

Raven had the littles up, dressed, and out the door by 9 a.m.
 I had to go poke Cowboy awake so he could say goodbye. 
The other parent wanted the littles back by 11 a.m.