I’m surprised to be back so soon. I think everyone was surprised at the discharge except the doctor who ordered it.

Findlay was pleasant, if anyone ever wants to visit there.

In Findlay of all places. I guess I’m going on a road trip.

Wish me well.

Just
stop dying
and come home.

Steve might be admitted to a hospital in Canada. Fuck.

Steve calls to check in every night, until last night. I was worried and called a couple of times. Nothing. I was up until past 2, wandering around the house, trying not to worry.

For normal people, that would have been excessive worry. But when Steve’s involved, there’s no such thing. The man’s a menace.

I nearly posted here about my worry, but I thought that would be borrowing trouble.

In any case, he called this morning, sick as the proverbial dog.

Sick and stuck in Canada. It could be a country song!

Steve still hasn’t come home. I begin to imagine him hiking down the road, his possessions tied in a bundle at the end of a stick.

I’m sleeping like a lamb. I don’t even know if that’s the correct phrase, I’m sticking with it. Baaaa.

Ichabod the cat now makes hideous snorting noises that I find disturbing. Such a lot of snort in such a small package. She goes to the vet on Wednesday.

Orson the cat now yowls all the time. I don’t know when he goes to the vet.

Rumor has it that ripe tomatoes are available down the road. After work, guess where I’ll be? You guessed it. Down the road.

The neighbors took down my fence to put a bobcat in their yard. Not a feline bobcat. The earthmoving equipment type of bobcat. I told them they couldn’t come back through my yard. They’ve been avoiding me ever since.

Something keeps eating the Joe Pye Weed. Why would anything eat something called “Joe Pye Weed”? It sounds awful.

I posted the first half of the blank verse on a poetry forum and got no replies. I don’t blame anyone. I wouldn’t have replied either.

I posted the last snippet to a different forum and got plenty of replies. The replies pointed out that the meaning I was expecting readers to get and the meaning readers are actually going to get are so divergent that I’m wondering if I have lost my freaking mind.

I just want to sleep.

Up until a couple of months ago, I thought pineapples grew on trees.

Like coconuts.

I have no excuse.

Someone on a messageboard I frequent was talking about finding a baby ‘possum on her nightstand, next to her bottle of moisturizer.

Someone else replied, asking if perhaps the little creature was “seeking to be a more moist possum.”

I think that is officially the weirdest combination of words ever. Talk about your starting turn of phrase.

Someone did a google search on “Julie Carter nude.”

Jesus, do you have a death wish or something?