Day 47: When it Rains it Pours

To say our family has undergone some stress in the recent and remote past may be the understatement of the year. Death, family issues, kids, illness, heartache, financial woes--it has all been there. I guess it is what some people call LIFE. I should probably stop whining and examine the good in my life, of which there is plenty. But before I embark on that journey of butterflies and rainbows, I have one more thing to whine about.

Last night our poor little Guinness, yes I know he is a crabby old man but just go with it,  got into a brawl and was essentially scalped. So instead of watching a movie with me, Clay spent the evening at the emergency vet, where G-man had some minor surgery to clean up the wound, insert a drain, and get his scalp stitched back in place. Then the poor little guy cried all night. So another heartbreak, a pathetic little dog,  $450, and a sleepless night. Some may call this a bad day, we here at the Foster house call it Tuesday. Happy fucking Tuesday, everyone.

Day 44: OFF

I have been told I seem "off."
I feel "off."

I am not quite sure what that means, however. Could it be literal? Not on, but off, numb without power.  Or off the path or target? Skewed. Off somewhere else? Missing. Just not right? Wrong.

I feel all of these, off, skewed, missing, wrong.
Not myself.
But who am I really? Do I need to redefine my sense of self? Or at least adapt it to accommodate these parts of me? Only time will tell. In the meantime, I'll search for the switch.