I've been travelling all summer and have just returned in the past week. Sorry for the blog silence, but I couldn't get internet most of the time.
So now I'm back from outer space, as Gloria Gaynor says, and everything is a wreck. The server at work is angry angry.
A seal blew out as the guy was power washing the window directly above my desk. That was wet.
I have what the doctor called "air trauma" in one ear. I call it deafness.
And then there's just the usual summer stuff.
All of this is to say that maybe blogging is not what I should be doing with my half-deaf, soggy, internet-deprived self. But at least it's all in perspective.
In the past 3 days I've been to a funeral and a visitation for two different men I've known. One lived a long good life and I'll still miss him. The other died suddenly and tragically. All who knew him will be troubled by his death for a long time to come. That kind of experience makes the little things more obviously little things.
To show that I'm not all gloom and doom, I give you Lilly. Lilly is a Weimaraner who belongs to one of my mom's friends. She has some ailment, obviously. She's undergoing acupuncture therapy. And, sorry Lilly, but I can't stop laughing at you, girl.