My weekend flew by on the wings of malaise. Politics, weather, pandemic, and fandom wank threw me down with a choke-hold and I mostly laid about blinking at the walls. Cooked, posted here and at A Skeptic’s Inspirational, engaged on twitter, watched a movie…so, not completely worthless, I guess.
And then it was waking up at 5 am to blink at the ceiling and contemplate the whys and the hows and the wherefores of life while walking Keely.
She is, gratefully, recovered from her surgery. Starting tomorrow I can even get her back on kibble and crunchy treats! Going to hold off on the hard chew treats for a few more days, as an abundance of caution is not unwarranted when it come to mouth surgery IMHO! But overall she’s back to normal.
It was a bland and familiar walk around Lake Ella this morning. The weather app said rain is coming in later today but we still got a bit damp from a few sputterings of rain along the way. I think a gray, rainy, chilly Monday is apropos of the mood, honestly. Maybe later I’ll get around to decluttering the living room and kitchen, which have been ignored for over a month now.
I think life is a sunk cost fallacy, honestly. If I woke up as someone else tomorrow, even if it was a person I want to be, what does that mean for all the years I’ve lived *sweeps arm around* like this?
I desire change and in the same breath resist it out of a sense of ego and a fear of the unknown. Yet every day we wake up as a different person than the one we were yesterday. So is it a matter of degree?