It came out all right

Puzzle got spayed yesterday.  Here she is today, rather unhappy to be restricted to “quiet activity only.”

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Later, I took the plastic cone thingy off.  “Elizabethan collar” is what the vet calls them.  It was torture for poor Puzzle not to be able to chew on her favorite toys.  Also, every time she tried to curl up in the corner she bumped into the wall.

I am writing a piece on coping skills and mental illness.  I’m not sure where the piece is headed but I’ll post bits and pieces of it here, eventually.

My daily meds

Daily meds

These are the pills I take each day.  About 1/3 of these I take first thing in the morning.  Yesterday I got mixed up (it was early) and I took the morning dose twice.  Idiot!  I had to call my shrink who told me no, it was no necessary to go to the emergency room, I would feel dizzy and headachey for the day, that’s all.  And so I did.

She didn’t tell me about today.

Humarock continued

“You’ll meet my family, someday.”

“Good.  I’d like that.”

“My mom, she’s really into decor.

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“What do you mean, decor?”

“You’ll see.”

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“The beach house looks like fuckin’ Good Housekeeping.”

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“On the third of July, every year, we have fireworks down the beach.  Every year.  I want you to come this year.  Meet my family.”


“Bring something warm to wear at night.  The temperature gets fuckin’ cold by the water.”


“I’m serious.  Fuckin’ cold.”

Humarock photo of the day

Joe was asleep, snoring.

I decided to make coffee.

The temperature was about 40 degrees, typical of Humarock mornings.  I slipped out onto the porch to take a photo.  When I came back into the house, Joe had woken up.  Sort of.

“Jules, can you get me some iced coffee?”  Beverage of choice.


The concoction consisted of ice water with a spoonful of instant decaf coffee.  Vile, yes, but that’s what he drank.  By the time I came back into the bedroom, he’d fallen back asleep.

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