Currently in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

Last night, I made food and had a healthy dinner. Gave Nala a big walk (her second as Martha had given her a walk as well). I really thought Nala would have slept. But she woke me up at 3 to go outside. Same thing. Just walks outside, sits on the porch, and waits. I gave her about ten minutes of that before I encouraged her to come back inside. When she did, she looked at me and kind of guided me to a place in the living room. Ah. There was… an accident of some kind on the carpet. It was the shape of vomit but the color and smell of poop. So… honestly, no idea. Nala is still eating poop, so it could have been vomit. Just… no idea what was going on. So I sprayed it, wiped it, sprayed it, wiped it… placed a chair over it to keep Nala from licking the area. Hopefully that takes care of it. But Nala didn’t come back to the bedroom. Spent the rest of the evening sleeping on the couch. When I woke up and got ready? No movement. She lifted her head as I filled her food bowl but that was about it. Not surprisingly, I’m feeling tired.

Got into work and… boss is gone. Victim Witness Coordinator is gone. So… a bit of a lonely and slow day, all told. My calendar suggests I should (1) respond to three cases and (2) tightly schedule next week. Obviously, that isn’t exactly the kind of thing likely to take 8 hours. And I wouldn’t say I’m in the best state of mind for that anyway. If I could take out my thought map and carve it up to illustrate the various simultaneous thoughts I’m having it would be something like the following:

SexyStoryFantasy
Irish Standards playing in my Head
Fury over Idiots
Desire to actually be Shang Tsung
Worry for Nala
Curiosity about My Weekend.

That’s where my brain is right now. And kind of a general malaise… kind of a funk. So that’s my headspace right now.

So… for that reason… I bring you memes and stuff from Chive.