Walked out to the back yard with the pups only to find this complete horror show: the buck moth caterpillars covering limbs on my lime tree and my oak tree

Not me sitting here freaking out a little because the cost of clothes is about to skyrocket, and Joann fabrics is closing, so I have nowhere to buy fabric and yarn to make my own.

This baby has been with us for about 15 months. She's only recently wanted to be right up on my shoulder all the time. She came from a suspected abuse situation, and it has taken her a lot of time and some anxiety medicine to even start to settle in. She's my little baby angel.

The best thing about WFH is being able to get support from my besties while I'm working.

Back in the chair with Carrie, ready for her to work her magic!

Dysentery. Tuberculosis. Measles. Just waiting on the Small Pox announcement...

This is Poppy. She's been with us a little over a year. When I adopted her they said she was "spicy". That's an understatement. She's got some puppy trauma that we're still trying to work through.

This is Poppy's happy face.

Somebody is walking down my street, midnight-twenty on February first, tooting on a damn harmonica.

Somebody come get your cousin.

I made myself a little sugar free blueberry pie because I needed to use some of these blueberries up. I also had some vanilla lemon cream I made for my blueberry crepes yesterday.

So, for someone who has been managing their ADHD for 42+ years with coffee, stuff's about to get weird. I know I'm not alone here.

Trying to be as chill as my dog.