It didn’t matter they we’re brown and fading. I still found beauty.
Gay pride baby is darling.
On my day off, it’s my Sunday, I loaded up my work computer and almost took my birthday off. But then I thought, having off on your birthday is for pussies. So I shut everything down and ate cinnamon buttered toast.
I had to listen to Do Me, Baby by Prince several times before I felt normal again. The dew point was up to 70 degrees and heat index at 99 F degrees. Days before I become another year older.
Pipi was somewhat sick, although acting perfectly happy and normal. She had loose stool and then I thought I saw red in it. Like blood. It was just the strawberry she ate yesterday straight from the vine in the garden. Right?! Don’t fuck with my dog. Especially the yellow one. Anyway. She ate rice and was drooling some after she had dinner. Squatting frequently but nothing coming out. She’s in her crate under the ceiling fan on high. I’m alone in the room with her for the third night in a row due to an uncontrollable cough I have. The internet is down. There was a wind storm that rolled through and now no internet.
It was the beginning of June and the sunlight was strong and filtered through the trees so soothingly. I never wanted it to end.
I have a cold. It’s not too bad but annoying enough.
I contemplated waking up when the sun hit the horizon at 5:12. I wanted to experience it all!
But then my alarm went off and I rolled over and slept for another hour. Then felt guilt all day long.
Which peony was best? It was exactly one week before my birthday. I couldn’t believe I’d be __ in one week.