I few days ago I made a schedule, it’s listed on my blog 736h. Wow, that was on August eleventh, it is now August 26, a bit more than a few days ago. I followed my schedule for exactly one day. I still believe in my schedule, but have yet to get back to it. Even now, I woke up late. Reason(?) At 3:00 a.m. I was out in the back yard, wearing PJ’s, in pitch back darkness, spraying the garden hose full force at my two Siberian Huskies as they played tug-a-war with some black furry squealing creature. It was gross. I cleaned up their bloody faces (dogs only) and thanked my god that today was garbage day.
As late as it is right now, it’s still a new day and a new chance. I will take the dogs to the metro-parks. Lay down a quilt and tether them. They will get raw hides and chew while I draw, write, and or make lists. When I tire of that I will brush the dogs and let their tufts of white fur float off into the woods. If they tire of the brush I will stop. Then I will just be. I will do nothing. Nada.
Truth is no other place feels comfortable or peaceful for me right now. I supposed this is what happens when you lose your house and your sense of home. But there is good news. I am learning to adjust more quickly then ever before. That is a powerful and valuable skill and for that I am truly grateful.