Sarah Scribbles

Sarah Anderson nails it, one more time. 

She is awesome. Look for her here: https://sarahcandersen.com/ 

Old Man

He likes the sun on his old bones.

Pathetic

Tiny Dog has pneumonia.

She was in a slow and steady decline, necessitating leaving her at the vet's office for several hours at the end of last week so they could squeeze her in before the weekend. A steroid shot and some strong antibiotics, and she is on the up and up now.

She is so small. And pathetic. I'm glad she is better.

A Little Weather

Closet, Redux

New Old Dog tries out the nest in the closet, so see why Tiny Dog loves it so much.

Overflow

Herself speaks.

So many feelings. Too many.

The primary ones:

RAGE. Rage that people refuse to wear a mask because of a disbelief in science, or a belief that their personal "freedom" takes precedence over the common good in the face of a Pandemic; that racism is so very alive and flourishing; that the government is a bubbling morass of ineptitude and selfishness and again, racism; that the planet is dying, climate change is ongoing and near catastrophic, species are going extinct, and garbage and pollution are everywhere.

HELPLESS: Helplessness that I am powerless to change any of the things that engender RAGE.

FEAR: That someone I love will become ill.

GRIEF: unexpectedly strong, likely called into being by RAGE and HELPLESSNESS. Grief that I may not be able to see my parents, my siblings, or my Cherished Friend, in person for a very, very, very long time, because Nothing Is Safe.

How much can one heart hold?

It is too much. I think my heart is broken.

What can I do?

Nothing, except stay strong. And wear a mask.

Closet

Sometimes, the world is overwhelming, and you just have to retreat to the safety of your nest in the closet.

Can you spot Tiny Dog?