Thursdays are now dedicated to my dog, Owen, who was diagnosed with lymphoma before Xmas.

He has been with us through the deaths of 2-moms, 1-dad, 2 job losses, 1- pandemic, & as of Monday, the loss of 2 cats. Part of me feels guilty at the time and $. The part that lived these last 4yrs doesn't.

I remember seeing a description of time left with older parents. We think we have years left with them, but in all reality, we have so much less.

If you see them at Christmas or summer holidays, they may be alive for years, but you may only spend a few months or weeks with them before they die.

The thing about buying an old house (1919) is that 9/10 new/old home owners will develop a hatred for all previous owners who obviously didn't know what they were doing. 😬🙄🤨

Also, said people will develop deep friendships with hardware store employees to the point Christmas cards are exchanged.

Took a walk around Lake Phalen in St. Paul, MN, this afternoon and came across this sweet gesture of hometown pride for Suni Lee.

Minnesota. Land of 10,000 lakes and some pretty good people, too.

Interesting how one moment you're planning "The Rebellion," and the next moment you find out your dog may have lymphoma, and all of a sudden, your fearlessness melts into fear and extra snuggles.🩵

#lovemyveterinarian
#lovemydog
#fearfreeveterinarian
#whoseagoodboy

Me: "I wonder how many steps I have."

Samsung Health: "Before I tell you, I need permission to know when your last period was, what medications you're on, if you're diabetic, if you have a uterus, etc.

Or... you can fuck right off and enjoy your really expensive watch that now only tells time."

When the show your partner is watching says "East Coast dinosaurs," and the West Coast East Coast spiral begins.

We now know that dinosaurs can neither pronate nor supinate their wrists.

Partner -" At least they could clap!"

Happy Thanksgiving.
You're welcome.

Working on increasing the weight of my deadlifts has been hurting my hands. Randomly at Target walking by the gym gear isle reminded me I needed gloves.

Then this. WTF. My gym has an 83yr old woman who is deadlifting 240lbs and I hope to be her when my 53yr old ass grows up.

Be better Target.