13 January 2014
All my life this time of the year, year after motherfucking year, is much the same. Not much going on. I like it that way after the necessary excess which attends each year end. Not like I have three candle ends to burn.
Back to work, back to the big as cats sawmill rat race.
Today was like that. Nothing to note. Took the Hammer for a walk. Loose dog came visit us on the trail. We like that. Friendly giant golden Labrador.
Stopped at a couple stores on the way home. Stopped once more with the dog to give her a final runaround before the dim light of day turned dark. The Hammer found a puddle of vomit. Puddle of vomit so fucking big I had to ask myself, "That can't be fucking vomit, can it?" as my dog lick, lick, lick, licked it up.
She ate dinner late tonight.