Ramblings of a Homebody

Thursday, September 03, 2026

Brain on strike, please try again later

It was a rough night, and I mean 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 ate.
With food recalls left and right, 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.

It wasn’t one big crisis, just a hundred small slips

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 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.