The Buddha, Nietzsche and Einstein walk into a bar…. One of them won’t make it out.
When we arrived at the animal hospital, her breathing was shockingly ragged. I don’t know what I expected, but I’d swear that one of the assistants there said Pinkie was more alert and active. It crossed my mind that somehow we might find ourselves bringing her home, that somehow she’d recover, get better, get back to her old self. But that wasn’t going to happen. Read the rest of this entry »
The sun set tonight like an embarrassed pumpkin, its carved face, with toothy smile and triangle eyes, turned away. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but I knew it was blanched. Howsoever the day could have gone, it wound up the way it did because of how it actually went. Today was a bad, bad day. So of course I decided to start my first-ever official web log by talking about it. Perhaps I believe that there’s nowhere but up to go from here, but I’m not sure I’ve ever believed that wholeheartedly. Read the rest of this entry »
