I heard this on an unrelated note and the lyrics struck me. I think I’m heading this way. It feels good. I don’t know what direction I’m going but I know I’m on the path I need to be on. I haven’t felt this centered in a long while and I’m very very grateful to my concept of God, my family and my friends. I wouldn’t be here without them.

Dog Days Are Over

Happiness, hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses
‘Cause here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too. oh.

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
‘Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come

You know you love these. Ok. I do.

If you don’t think i’m making both of these this weekend you are CR-ahhh-zey. They both look so good. If you try and steal my sunshine, I’ll slap your fork.

Grilled Corn Guacamole and Avocado egg salad​

Yummmy!!!

Ok after food poisoning and a meds check.
Meds have been bumped. For a small time.

Feeling more reasonable. Less stabby. That’s a good thing for everyone.
Spitzer came back and that made me unreasonably more happy than a cat coming back should. But he is my fluffy, fat butt. And he wasn’t necessary gone, gone. Just cat walkabout. But when your fluffy, fat butt is not around to sit on your computer and compete with the black man for attention, then you notice.

Mark one for Tina. Zero for Shitty Life.