My dystopian future
Monday March 15 2021 "My real name is Pete," my dog told me in a dream last night. "But I'd appreciate it if you called me Peter." The morning sun greeted me with this WTF dream remnant and I'm still trying to make sense of it. I mean, it's been eleven years and now he … Continue reading 139. Call Me Peter
Tuesday March 2 2021 I knew last night would be restless sleep and I did what I thought might help, like running a fan with the double purpose for both the white noise and to keep the room a 60-ish degrees cool. After donning thick socks, I burritoed myself into a heavy blanket. Firmly swaddled, … Continue reading 134. Dream Stuck
Tuesday February 2 2021 There's a much discussed controversy about how many days Phil Connors (Bill Murray) relived in the 1993 movie Groundhog Day. Depending upon the time and space continuum expert consulted, it was somewhere between ten and ten thousand years. After all, how long would it take you to master the piano and … Continue reading 129. It’s Groundhog Day. Again.
Friday January 29 2021 The usual morning rush today, not because I'm a bad planner, but because I swing to the self-destructive side of things to bring such drama upon myself. Sure, it's a personality trait worthy of a robust counseling session, but that's not going to get me to work on time today, now … Continue reading 128. The door to anxiety
Sunday November 8 2020 It’s being projected, by the media at least, that the election results are a given. Sure, there are still a few ballot recounts and a handful of lawsuits being powered by the Trump train, but it’s not expected to change anything at this point. So it looks like we have a … Continue reading 110. DOTUS
Friday October 30 2020 Time for something normalizing. I got a chance to get the dogs out for their annual autumn and Halloween photo shoots, despite the deficiency of the required resources of time and energy. New this year is doing the whole work-it-baby with my dogs directly in view of the new neighbors. "Put … Continue reading 103. We were wolves once
Sunday September 27 2020 Can I admit that they had me at breakfast? As much as I’m jonesing for the drive home and to reunite with my dogs who are staying at a high dollar resort with more amenities than our Holiday Inn Express, I’m not even kidding because they had room service and we … Continue reading 95. Chew on this
Sunday July 12 2020 As rough as it was Thursday and Friday, we finally saw puppy Neptune feeling better by Saturday morning. I was hesitant to commit to joining the day's antique car tour until I knew that both the pup and I were up for a day trip. We all got a bit of … Continue reading 56. Still 100% a puppy
Friday July 10 2020 Ever get stuck in a dream state? When you know you’re dreaming, and can actually direct some of the things happening, yet you cannot wake yourself? Usually this is terrifying to me and while in this dream state, I’m shouting to the greater world to Wake me up! Wake me up! … Continue reading 55. Dreaming of waking
Saturday July 4 2020 It’s occurred to me, as we anticipate the wonders of what July will bring, that I’ve been keeping this journal for three months. More than 23,000 words put together in a row to chronicle the ever-changing new normal. I’m glad I started this and even more appreciative of my dedication to … Continue reading 50. Sit, Stay, Call
