I took a shitload of photos this week but almost all of them are of the dogs I was sitting for or of the sky which, par for the course, but anyway I’m finally home and for now, for right this moment, I feel okay. I needed the break and as much as I’m loathe to admit it and as much as my anxiety attempts to dictate otherwise, occasionally stepping out of my routine is good and necessary and beneficial, especially when something awful is pressing on it anyway, and when I return I’m a lot more grounded and rested and just… better. I’d honestly do it for free if they’d let me because it’s like hitting some kind of reset button.
1. The moon followed me all the way to Columbus when I left on Tuesday and was still visible at noon
2-4. cloud blogging
5. Things got ridiculous once they saw me drag my suitcase out into the living room and were both overcome with sudden frantic cling followed abruptly by disdainful resignation
6. My dad was transferred in the middle of the night on Friday to main campus which is an absolute fucking circus and this is going to be a very long week, and I honestly don’t think I’d have been able to drag myself through it without having that break and getting away from all of it for a couple of days.
7. more cloud blogging
8. It’s difficult to discern in this shitty zoomed photo but the ditchlords above me have apparently tired of flicking regular lit cigarettes onto the overhang and have now switched to the electronic kind?