A Shiny Blue Thing Collected By A Bird

IMO, yes, because domme work is also sex work even when there's no sexual contact or content whatsoever.

Gas prices went up by 50 cents a gallon while I was in class.

Profit has to happen first, I guess.

A glazed ceramic sculpture of a blue whale next to several mugs and a dish

Also the little whale doodle from the end of last semester got fired and glazed, and I'm going to epoxy him back together.

Sorry about the noise, the HVAC in the ceramics class is hilariously noisy (to the point we joke that it's haunted) and the kiln was running.

I'm very pleased with how this cup came out. Pretty good for decorating one of the cylinders that wasn't tall enough to make a mug.

I have two partial bags of kibble and four days worth of frozen homemade chicken/pumpkin/potato/veggie stew. Half a box of dog biscuits.
After that: Washing and putting away the dog beds, which will break me.

Removing the barricades we'd had to put up for her safety so she didn't get lost or stuck somewhere in our not very big house.
I need to figure out what to do with her food.

Putting the dog bowls in the dishwasher with no plan for where to put them afterwards.
Feeding the cats and realizing that there's nobody to eagerly lick their bowls clean, not that Zoe had felt up to that for days now.

Started to do the cleanup after making dinner, washing the throw rugs that need it, throwing out all the unused but walked on potty pads, tossing the uneaten bowl of kibble that was the first sign something was really wrong, clearing away the dog food station in the kitchen.

Went to my afternoon class and then election judge training.
The first because I couldn't bear to go home to do the cleaning up after the end of a life and the second because I couldn't reschedule it.

It's been going on for YEARS, too. Spouse has been out of the Marines for more than a decade, and I distinctly recall him complaining about people like this.

really wish we’d done something about these violent religious extremists in positions of great power sooner

The only thing sadder than a collar without its dog is going home with that empty collar in your hands to clean up the end of a life.

I was radicalized by a kind elderly Presbyterian minister in a brightly colored cardigan who played with puppets and told me that people could like me exactly as I am and that everyone is different and that's great and we should like them exactly as THEY are.

I'm going to have two empty collars hanging by my desk now and I'm crying.

Doesn't matter that the first one has been empty since 2019.
Zoe has missed Spot every day since he died. That's half her life.

They're going in an urn together.
Maybe I'll put their collars around it.

We're calling the vet first thing Monday.

I feel like Friday was the last good day.

Zoë the elderly dog is doing her evening laps of the house, in which she can't find her water bowl, kibble, the front door, her bed, or her way out of corners.

Kid 1 called it her evening lapse. She's sundowning. She does it even when she isn't sick.

I hate admitting it, but it might be time.😢

My kids went to school on Camp Pendleton the whole 5 years we were stationed there.

Lots of countries put kids schools on military bases, because that's where their parents live and work.

"How can you oppose war when Khamenei was evil?"

Simple. If you killed Donald Trump by nuking Washington DC, I would not mourn Trump but I'd still say you're an evil war criminal who belongs in the Hague. It's really not hard.

Also: my mom's dad wouldn't eat chicken.

He'd worked at a fried chicken restaurant in his youth, before WW2, and they served*very* fresh chicken.

His job involved grabbing chickens from the cages that the farmers delivered, breaking their necks, and plucking them.

He never ate chicken again.

This is like a scene from a David Lynch production and everything you add makes it more so.

I really wish that penguin with a shovel could save us.

Somehow being up for 24+ hours with an elderly dog with explosive diarrhea had turned out to not be the worst part of the day.

"The Islamists oppose women getting an education," I mutter, as I aim my missile at the girls school

I thought he had died a while ago.

Or maybe I just decided he had.

None of this is legal, none of this is necessary, none of this is moral.

Peaky Blinders no posting that you can go to jail over no fucking posting that you can go to jail over

I didn't make this, but it needs a reposting.

My hallway is made of potty pads and I have rolls of paper towels in handy places. My washer is already busy.

I'm so tired.

Back to to writing the paper I have due.

The bad thing is that I'm probably going to be so caffeinated by morning that i will be able to taste sounds and hear light.

I guess the good thing about being up with an old sick dog all night is that I don't have time to doomscroll about the end of the fucking world.

I'm trying to do homework between cleaning up effluvia and panicked attempts to get her poop outside.