My timing is off, my schedule is off, my photos are off, I am off.
Oh, wait– that was the goal, right? To turn myself off? Well, then– mission accomplished.
It has been a month characterized by the word meandering and supervised by the Muse of Nonchalance. I would recount all that happened except I can’t really remember any of it seeing as I was in some drowsy-headed state between waking and dreaming.
I know that Daisy got some kind of super fun virus that had her puking only on the carpet (or, on my bed — Hey! Fun with dogs!). Yes, this particular variety of illness prevented her from ever unloading the contents of her stomach on easily cleaned wood floor– or, you know, outside in the grass.
I know that I seem incapable of doing anything I think is any good when I am in this mindspace and that blows.
Henry! The hell?
I’ve had this beast since he was eight-weeks old, which is to say, for ten years and he has never, ever done anything like that and I was bewildered. Thank goodness the jogger was a super nice man (now with a heart condition, no doubt), but I have no idea what happened– is it because Henry is losing sight in one eye? Because he was between me and the jogger and it was an automatic defensive response?
Either way– not good.
Yes, I did forgo the serious choice of seeing Lincoln and insisted we go see a co-ed romp about competing a cappella singers– (for the record, perfect decision).
Right now, I am trying to get back on my game as we have some big launches happening at the Squam site in the next two weeks and I have friend coming into town this weekend and I head out to Martha’s Vineyard with friends next weekend for some Solstice mojo and long walks on the beach. So, to recap: same bat channel.
Emphasis on ‘bat’ as I never seem to get quite straight, quite rested, quite tuned up– but don’t you just love how I never seem to lose the belief that my ‘perfect state of being’ is right around the corner?
What I also love? I love that you come in here to check in on me (okay, so maybe you’re just here for the dogs– I’m good with that–) Y’all are rock stars and I am sending you much, much with the love and the light for this magical season we are now heading into.