Joy and Coops just got their advent calendar treats. Lucky pups. Also unlucky, given that we were supposed to give them the treats every day leading up to Christmas and we definitely didn’t, which is why they still have them, lol. But we’re making up for it now. Those treats are freeze dried and vacuum sealed babyyyyy.
Writing was…almost a zero this morning. Not time-wise. I went out there and sat my butt in the chair. But almost no words. Sigh. I thought I was turning a corner last week. I am, I know I am…just want it to go faaasssttteeerrr. But it will. I have high hopes for tomorrow.
Started reading some Tolstoy today. I’ve never read him, I don’t think. I’m not quite sure how that’s possible, but people talk about his brilliant. The Death of Ivan Ilyich. Already from the intro, I get a sense of the guy. Midlife crisis. Starting thinking a lot about death. The inciting incident of this story is a dude being struck by the death of a colleague, particularly seeing his dead body and attending his funeral. We’ll see where it goes. Don’t spoil it for me!
Night night.