dawn at Lake Ella

8/3/2022 – Wednesday

At first I wanted to say that my week has not been very productive so far, but that would mean the long phone calls I had with friends on Monday and Tuesday were not “productive” which is a lie. Being at home alone with only Keely and the internet for company is 90% of my life these days, and while I’m a reclusive loner with misanthropic tendencies, I do actually need human connection. Connecting with humans I like is actually very productive, thank you v. much!

In honor of that, today’s photo is a rare find: Keely being cuddly!

Keely in my lap

I was working on coloring a mandala while on the phone when she uncharacteristically came over  and indicated she wanted attention. I hauled her onto my lap and she slept there, head hanging over my arm, for nearly an hour. She is rarely like this, preferring to be close-but-not-too-close! I think it was because a storm was incoming? No idea. Of course my first thought is that she’s feeling poorly but there are no other indications of any kind of illness (which I can’t afford for her to have anyway, so hang in there, pupper!).

In other news, I have republished my utterly depressing short memoir, Grieving Futures: Surviving the Deaths of My Parents, which I pulled a couple of years ago to re-do the formatting and cover (print version coming soon). As I’ve said before, if you haven’t read it already I can’t recommend it, but I think it’s good that it exists anyway.

I’m sure if I were writing that book now instead of 2010, it would be a LOT better. I do toy sometimes with writing another book on the subject, only focused more on my grieving during the aftermath, but oh, am I strong enough for that? To be determined…