This is what happens when I commit to a series of long weeks where I do as little as possible: everything gets mushy and nothing actually feels right.
My timing is off, my schedule is off, my photos are off, I am off.
Oh, wait-- that was the goal, right? To turn myself off? Well, then-- mission accomplished.
It has been a month characterized by the word meandering and supervised by the Muse of Nonchalance. I would recount all that happened except I can't really remember any of it seeing as I was in some drowsy-headed state between waking and dreaming.
I know that Daisy got some kind of super fun virus that had her puking only on the carpet (or, on my bed -- Hey! Fun with dogs!). Yes, this particular variety of illness prevented her from ever unloading the contents of her stomach on easily cleaned wood floor-- or, you know, outside in the grass.
I know that I seem incapable of doing anything I think is any good when I am in this mindspace and that blows.
I know that Henry did the weirdest-ass thing and attacked* a jogger who was running toward me. (*Okay, he didn't actually do anything but charge and bark, but STILL!)
Henry! The hell?
I've had this beast since he was eight-weeks old, which is to say, for ten years and he has never, ever done anything like that and I was bewildered. Thank goodness the jogger was a super nice man (now with a heart condition, no doubt), but I have no idea what happened-- is it because Henry is losing sight in one eye? Because he was between me and the jogger and it was an automatic defensive response?
Either way-- not good.
What is good: super fun Thanksgiving weekend with this family and new friends coming over to knit, other friends to go out and see silly movies.
Yes, I did forgo the serious choice of seeing Lincoln and insisted we go see a co-ed romp about competing a cappella singers-- (for the record, perfect decision).
Right now, I am trying to get back on my game as we have some big launches happening at the Squam site in the next two weeks and I have friend coming into town this weekend and I head out to Martha's Vineyard with friends next weekend for some Solstice mojo and long walks on the beach. So, to recap: same bat channel.
Emphasis on 'bat' as I never seem to get quite straight, quite rested, quite tuned up-- but don't you just love how I never seem to lose the belief that my 'perfect state of being' is right around the corner?
I know, me too--
What I also love? I love that you come in here to check in on me (okay, so maybe you're just here for the dogs-- I'm good with that--) Y'all are rock stars and I am sending you much, much with the love and the light for this magical season we are now heading into.