The Jenny P.

I finally got up today and ran errands. I didn't get too much done but that's okay, because I needed the rest. I feel a lot saner than I did on Friday afternoon. It feels so nice to have this rainy weather, but when I got home I could not wait to take off what felt like wet socks (even though they were not) and put on warm, fuzzy, thick, dry socks. I've got on this lovely flannel button down shirt that's actually made for females, and it is comfy and pretty. I just feel good today. Now I am cooking dinner- if you can believe that- and I'm about to sit down to eat it in front of Rififi, which I read is a masterful movie. It has been raining all day long: a fall rain with a chill in the air and I feel like Margaret on the Maggie B.

 

 

 

North Star, star of the sea,
I wish for a ship
Named after me,
To sail for a day
Alone and free,
With someone nice
For company.

 

Stayed up late, slept in, got up to feed me and the girls, pottied Riley, and went back to bed. It feels good to rest after this week. I was exhausted.

Hgggg f ggffff

Looking through pictures at 4:30 in the morning when you're wide awake after crashing is a terrible idea. Actually, looking at pictures at all is a terrible idea. Now I just feel empty and sad. This is compounded by realizing that my apartment got messy again when I wasn't looking and milk has not magically appeared in my fridge yet. It's ok. It's fine.

Patriotic and prehistoric are close enough

There's this bulletin board at work that is used to display artwork by kids from the nearby elementary school. Some kids are just the best.

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