I’m starting to feel more human, less simulacrum.
Maybe it’s the sun (60 degrees and sunny in Minnesota is decidedly springy). The yard is clean of all winter dog mess. Chewy is happily lying in the not-yet-grass barking (mostly silently now, as he’s gotten old and his voice is giving out) at neighborhood kids. It’s nice, even as he slows down, to see him get a hint of his younger self. PROTECT THE YARD FROM ALL THE DEMONS is still happening, it’s just muted and often from a prone position.
Hopefully, demons move slow enough for a 1/4 crippled Great Pyrenees to chase them down in a wobbly lumber.
Maybe it’s because I joined a fancy (well, fancy for Minnesota) gym recently and the workouts are helping with energy. And screaming arm muscles. And sleeping, but not ON the treadmill because that’s frowned upon in upscale establishments with personal trainers and triathletes.
The steam room is definitely helping…it’s deliciously eucalyptus-y and burns my sinuses for the first few minutes every time I sit in there. Fuck the treadmill – I could sit in there all day. But I won’t, because I’m pretty sure I’d pass out and schlepping a woman my size out of the steam room to the ambulance in front of all the other gym members is NOT my idea of a fun time.
Maybe it’s because I only have a few episodes of Downton Abbey to watch, and I’m finally squinting at OUTSIDE to prolong it. Yes, I’m aware I’m like seven years out of date here. You shouldn’t be surprised if you’ve read this blog longer than a day.
Also, seriously, I’ve been mostly out of my Neflix and Amazon Prime hibernation for the past two months, and I’m so terribly confused. Bingeing on Downton does NOT prepare one for news headlines about spiders being fully capable of eating all humans within a year if they felt peckish, or the bullfighter gored by a foot of bull horn up the rectum (I’m still clenching my cheeks after reading that one), or that a giant reticulated python ate a man whole in Indonesia yesterday.
Also, I saw the trailer for the new version of Stephen King’s IT today. Let the nightmares begin.
What the fuck is going on?