Settled in

I don't really have to leave now, got 'bout 20-30 minutes more until I have to pick my dog up. He's at the spa getting treated like a cowardly elitist, does that monthly. Well, not exactly monthly, but whenever his nails get too long or after being babysat by my kids' favorite uncle, spoiled rotten, filthy, and totally unwilling to give up human food for dog food.

Who am I to complain, he's a cute one. Ever since I healed him from being beaten up by all the trustworthy men in his life (just one), the dog loves me. But like any canine impaired once-upon-a-time wolf dog, he's vulnerable to temptation. Forgot where he came from, but he'll remember in time. Or the spaces in between, if dogs have those.

In fact, today's such an unusual day I'll be back librarybound again 'bout 3:30, dang playdate I forgot about. Here I thought, significant other's off to Fargo to manhandle an uncooperative espresso machine call, I'm free to toke all day and venture out as I weesh. Kidding about that first part, I'm a dog owner, I'd never. Plus, I have to drive a car, like humans sometimes do.

Just envious of the past lives I've lived, when getting lost in fantasy was an herb love away. Now, it's a multi-billion dollar industry that stablizes the economy in SOME way, not sure how. But otherwise, why would the nation permit it? It makes more capital than any of the industries WE have layin' around, so that must explain something about someone, somehow.