When Life Delivers a Gut Punch

 I'm going to switch things up and not do a normal post.
My heart's broken and I'm just not in the mood to write a “this is what I did today” type post.

My body feels like a house I no longer know how to live in

Badger had her medicine follow-up today.
We were early, but despite being a Monday, which is usually their busiest day, we were taken right in.
This was a talking visit, not a check-up visit, so we were pretty much in and out.

Bed and I have become one today.

I don't know what time Cowboy came to bed, well after midnight though.
We'd lost Carl as usual.
That cat is the best hider ever.

Dinosaurs, coffee, gems, and retail therapy. Celebrating another year of her.

We pulled out of the driveway at 10:30 a.m. and didn't get back home until 3:35 p.m.
That’s a very long day.

Tourist traffic wasn't terrible this weekend.
I guess most of the tourists with kids have gone back to their home states now that school has started.
Actually, crowds weren’t a problem anywhere today.

Holding space for remembrance today while celebrating 24 years of you. Happy Birthday!

I'm in HTML hades, and of course the poor blog is back private.
I asked Blogger why I'm not seeing a current blog post in my reading list.
They give you this and that and the other solution.
Ok, I tried it all, still not updating.
So the last thing was to check your HTML code.
You may have extra HTML clogging up or blocking your feed.
Uh huh.
Alright then.

"Patriot Day: Remembering the Lives Lost, Honoring the Heroes of 9/11"

♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸ ¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*

“All the noise in my brain. I clamp it to the page so it will be still.” — Barbara Kingsolver

Blogs aren't being updated in my reading list.
I have to actually go to the blogs I read to see if they're posting or not.
When I comment, I have to go to Firefox because Edge insists on only using my Google name, not my Blogger name.
The comment box is distorted and very hard to use.
It just seems to me that Blogger is making things harder, making it more difficult to blog.

Nobody tells you how quiet and perfect 5 AM really is

I was up and in the living room at 5:30 this morning.
That's too early even for me.

Carl Cat likes to hide at night, knowing that we can never find him, and he won't have to go to the laundry room.
Then he'll sneak out and try to snuggle all night.
I could tolerate snuggling, but then he tries to groom you.
Oh yeah, he'll scratch at your head and chew on your hair, and that's weird.

Labor Day brings a bittersweet goodbye to summer days

Labor Day has come and gone.
We'll be heading into those cold, dark, depressing days soon.

I have nothing to write.
I don't think I've seen anything but the house since Saturday.
I get so bored, I go outside and walk around the yard a time or two.

With respect and honor for those whose daily labor shapes the life of our communities

Woke up like this... still sleepy

There's not a lot to say about today.
Cowboy went to morning service like he always does.
I'd barely turned around twice before he was back home.
He muttered something sarcastic under his breath when I asked if he was home and went to bed.
Actual bed, not his recliner.
And yes, that was a dumb question, but he freaked me out a little walking back in the door when I clearly saw him pull out of the driveway not that long ago.

My weekend involves running errands instead of running wild

Well, we got to the clinic.
That's one clinic we're not going back to.
Mind you, the place was really clean.

That wasn't the problem.

“You think you only have to survive the empty nest once, until you have to say goodbye again.”

We had a better night.
Badger was a bit droopy but perked up enough to do a bit of room rearranging and cook dinner.
Now she's back to drooping and saying she doesn't feel good.
I have her scheduled to go to a walk-in clinic tomorrow.

Brain on strike, please try again later

It was a rough night, and I mean very rough.
Right now we're trying to decide if this is one of her migraines or maybe a virus.
Cowboy said it might be something she had eaten, and with recalls left and right I can't keep up with, that's a possibility.

Headache: my brain's way of saying "nope."

We've made it to Wednesday.
I woke up at 7 a.m. and, like I usually do, I opened the front door to see if my little stray was waiting outside.
She was waiting for me on the porch.
She’s braver about staying near me, but still not close enough to grab.

Going Private, Cleaning Up the Blog, and Trying to Shake Off These Blues

Hello September.
I’m not even going to try to write today.
It was one of those days, absolutely nothing happened.

The sun shines differently in August. A little softer. A little slower. Like it knows what’s coming

Another month gone.
End of August hits, and here come the Facebook memes about the brrr months starting.
September brings in the start of fall, and I’m not ready for it.
I'm not ready for the cold and the dark and sad days that are sure to follow.

Everyone has their own emotional support. Mine is a sword.

Cowboy was gone most of the day.
He went to morning service, came home, took a nap, and went back to church for the deacon ordination service.
Cowboy would make a good deacon; he’s been at this church 25 years, but he’s always had to miss Wednesday service because of work.

Lower your expectations: I’m just Plain Jane. No jet-setting, no drama, no witty prose. Just home

I don’t have very much I can write about today.
It was another quiet Saturday in a quiet town where the only excitement is when a cow gets loose and won’t move out of the road.

Somewhere between the moon and the Cheeto, I went clean off the rails

Is it bad that when you click on Facebook, you kind of hunch your shoulders, grit your teeth, and barely peek at the first thing that pops up on there?
Or that when you power the computer on and the news homepage pops up, you quickly click off as fast as you can?