Whatever you see and love

Gus was diagnosed with lymphoma last Monday, and it will give you more insight into my Magical Thinking Brain* than you need when I tell you that on that day I neglected to set my alarm and woke up around 7:30. On a Monday morning. No alarm, no 6:30 wake up call so I could make my coffee and sit there and get my week off to a proper and auspicious start. I know.

USS Intrepid

His shaved arm looks so cold in the snow, such a naked dog-arm bone. I have a striped fingerless arm glove that may work as an arm warmer, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loose. Maybe I'll felt it in the washing machine. Update: I have located a polar fleece garment in the Goodwill pile and have Plans for it.




*Lucky: using the silver spoons to fish out tea bags, rather than the stainless steel. Setting the timer for an even number rather than odd. This doesn't mean I have a panic attack** if I can't do the lucky thing, by the way. I even broke a mirror a few weeks ago, and thought, "Huh. Well. Oh well!"

**I don't think I've ever had an actual panic attack, although I may have had very quiet ones on airplanes. And once I broke out in hives while giving an oral report in college.