Let me pull it, Andie

I have thumbs

Just a reminder that progress isn’t a straight line. For me, you probably already know that. Nothing moves quickly here in my world. I feel like the rest of the world has gone back to 2020 for some unknown reason. A lot of days feel like the others and a lot of my forced schedule is dictated by random shop hours of businesses, and of course, The Dogs.

So many days are so crunched together and same same. Rocky still drags me down the road on leash walks, despite all the training, no progress, he’s just bigger and ignores me harder. Kibble offerings still suck in town except in summer if I buy the big bags they’re full of weevil bugs and shop owners aren’t in the habit of accepting returns. What, I didn’t make it! Prices have gone up but whatever, there’s very little to buy. Mostly I worry I’ll wake up and be 80 and still dropping kibble to skinny dogs in vacant fields and watching the little kids from the bounce house go off to University and I’m still wearing the same $6 flip flops.

Not that I’m sleeping.

Something new happened yesterday though.