Shoes

Just a friendly reminder that my dog moves my shoes to wherever she is while I'm at work. Because she needs something to cuddle with. 

A week or so of photos

Gracie facing down the neighborhood emu. 

Forest fire on the left. Clear skies on the right. 

Yoga skeleton 

Wearing the primary colors: black, white, and mustard yellow. 

Staring down the barrel of existential dread

Cate had a hard thing happen one time because people made bad choices. I offered to go with her on a trip to do all the hard things but only in spirit because MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES and what not. But in the course of the conversation, Cate and I decided that we would *theoretically* cope with the terrible things on our fake trip by journaling, talking about life and staring down the barrel of existential doom. 

And sometimes for basically no reason. And sometimes for a reason, life feels like that. You just wake up staring down the barrel and it's all you can do to shove it aside and like, get out of bed. 

And that was today for me.