Day 3,460: Patrol

Day 3,460: Patrol

Cooper patrols so much more at this house than he ever did in our old apartment. Sigh. He’s so triggered by the sight of other animals. We literally had to put these frosted-glass plastic clings to the bottom half of our windows so that he wouldn’t freak out about the...
Day 3,459: King Cobra

Day 3,459: King Cobra

Real talk: do you think you could beat a king cobra in a fight? Apparently, 23% of men think they can. I mean…it’s less ridiculous than the 7% of men who think they can beat a grizzly bear—SEVEN PERCENT. *GRIZZLY* *BEAR*—but it’s still rather high. I’m sure there are...
Day 3,458: What I Wouldn’t Give

Day 3,458: What I Wouldn’t Give

Weeded the CRAP out of the backyard today. So, here’s the thing: there’s a grass that grows wild in LA whose seeds are these foxtails, and when those foxtails are dry and brown, they get EVERYWHERE. Foxtails will embed themselves into the skin of unsuspecting...
Day 3,457: Quietude

Day 3,457: Quietude

An anxiety-filled day. Sigh. No real reason for it. Just…off my game, you guys. Struggling to re-discover my groove. Had a bit of it before traveling. Searching for it once more. I did write. Not a ton. Work was quiet. The day just…fucking slipped away, man. I hate...
Day 3,456: Clean Me

Day 3,456: Clean Me

Man. Busy day. Writing. Done. Therapy. Done. Breakfast. Check. Netflix work. Handled. Prep for client meeting. Yes. Client Meeting. Went great. Nap. Snoozed. King kids. Picked up. Pups. Walked. Groceries. Bought. Dinner. Eaten. Panda. Snuggled. 100 Foot Wave season 2...