Giving myself credit just for a moment, here: I’ve come a long way.
The Glory series is doing well. I’m about to write my fourth novel—the fourth of dozens to come. My coworkers are happy with the work I do, and I’m happy with the same. I’m sitting in my bedroom right now in the house that I own along with my wife. Coco is by my side, who just had back surgery that we were able to pay for out of pocket. And, while I’m still not back to 100% from whatever the fuck this bug is that I caught two weeks ago (probably the flu)…my body is in good condition. No major issues.
Round about ten years ago when I started writing this blog, none of those things were true. None of them could have been true. I had so much to work on
I still do. So much. But, I have come a long way.
Solid day today. I really kinda feel like I spent it with Coco. Really snuggled her today. Gave her love. And the kind of love and snuggles that tell her everything is okay. Right now. Not that it will be okay, but that it is okay, right now. And it is okay. She’s doing fine. I think the little scare we had from her a couple days ago was literally that she was hungry. Sometimes when her tummy is empty—and Coops does this too, actually—it gets upset, and she throws up bile. Well, that’s what we saw on the carpet. And if she wasn’t feeling well, she’d certainly have issues walking on the slippery hardwood floors. I don’t think she had a stroke. Or a seizure. Or anything else serious. We’d have seen the effects of it, I think. I hope. We’ll see how it goes from here on out. But, today, she was as healthy and happy as she’s ever been. It was a lovely day. We sat out in the sun together.
Now…sleep. I need to have a kickass work day tomorrow, and I will. Night night.