Plague Days: Making Do

Last night I finally hit a moment in all of this where I just felt really sad and really tired. Not physically tired (although I was that as well), but soul-tired. Exhausted from the media bursts, exhausted from all of my underlying fretting and worrying, exhausted from missing regular life. What toppled me over that…

My Favorite Bead Dawg

It is Mardi Gras day, and you turn 13. Happy birthday Toby! You are my most favorite Bead Dog, buddy!


Awz.  You turn 12 today.  Happy birthday, my sweet-face grumpy ol’ man pup! Love you, buddy.   Lessgo pee on stuff in the park!