Since this town is entirely shut down by record flooding and rain and wind and the traffic from Monday Night Football I came home early.
The house is still standing, that feels good.
It is oddly warm out--am worried that we are going to get cyclones or thunder or something.
The weekend was eventful. We went to the chiropractor where various joints and bones were cracked. We took Darla and Buster to the vet. My parents' dog Madeline tried to come home with us and had to be bodily removed from our car.
I am not ready to talk about Darla yet. Let me just say she has a potentially dangerous but probably nothing condition that is going to have to be addressed. I am being a big fucking baby about it (including a kind of humiliating meltdown in the car where I wiped my nose with my HAIR) but trying to get it together.
She is going to be FINE because my dogs are IMMORTAL and CANNOT DIE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW.
Obviously I am rational.
Seneca Wallace is kicking the shit out of the Raiders right now. I think that is going to help my denial.