when i came home there was a dead dog in the street in front of my house. i went to three houses looking for the owner. my next door neighbor held back traffic so no one further ran him over. and i finally picked him up and moved him off the street, which is what i should have done right away. i had never lifted a dead animal before, except a chicken and that's always by the feet. and that's what i really wanted to do as soon as i saw him, run over and cradle him. a very weird reaction for one so unsentimental as i.
i need to do writing. writing work. i need to do it. but i haven't. but last night i started writing in my head and that usually primes the pump. unless i'm too stubborn. i am very good at avoiding things that make me happy.
i will now look at the fridge that got away to see if it is on sale somewhere. i may also read a bit more on a book or something.
lazy as she goes--