Have not heard that particular dog since.
A little, but indoors.
Next-door dog is way too indoor-happy at (and encouraged by) "mom's" coming home daily.
Sigh.
Have hardly seen Succotash dumpster truck; economic indicator voodoo seems to think they are not doing well and/or the apartment-people who use the box have moved out.
Tomorrow is the last class of the class I'm not in anymore.
So, sleep has been fine; showers are where anxiety attacks occur.
Need a real office / routine / rewards.
2 comments:
You can't go home again but you could go back to the House.
no one asked about the photo.
i'm disappointed.
(unless you recognize it from another socialtype media venue)
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