omnia_mutantur | (no subject)

Day 6.

Going to phone it in a little tonight, since it’s past my bedtime already and I meet with my trainer in the morning. I did manage some of the things I intended to do, cleaned the freezer, stitched for a while, called the vet, did dishes, went to the gym, went to the grocery store, went to the dog park. Ran into Purple at the gym, had lovely tea with her. We’ve both had a lot of things happen in the past year, and summing it all up gives me a little bit of emotional whiplash.

I still think longingly about working for conventions, about doing good work. I was so good at going down all the rabbit holes of fandom, I am so good at imagining disasters and trying to create policies that address the inevitable ones while also try to steer around them. If only I could somehow turn my pessimism/hypervigilance/inability to trust into something marketable. (In between the disaster scenarios, I’d make additional bank by sorting millet from rice or something else appropriately fairytale and compulsive.)

There were a handful of friendly dogs at the park today, including a teeny whippet that wanted to play chase with Eagerness (who will now be called Nonsense, I think) and outclassed her in the speed department, but that didn’t seem to negatively impact anyone’s play. The dog park is long, so decent heads of steam can be built up, and it’s mostly packed teeny gravel/dirt/dust, so when she skids out on the turns, plumes of dust float through the air.

Tomorrow, I get to cook chicken and rice for poor Nonsense, since she’s been having some gastrointestinal distress. I haven’t cooked meat in a very, very long time, and I will admit that while boiling chicken seems pretty easy, I’ve done my internet research to figure out exactly how.

Fall indie perfumes are coming out, and Chobani has pumpkin flavored ice cream. Delight’s almost started her journey homewards and I’m going to bed.