Went with AKA and her dog to an Art Fair. Started auspiciously, with Boomer hurting himself getting into the car. He is a wonderful yellow lab, but is an old puppy. So he had a limp, and the fair was too much for him.
We headed in early, stopping at a park for an hour sitting in the sun. I just can't understand ... actually I can, how she can care for me. I have told her, she is like Elizabeth Shue to my Nicholas Cage in 'Leaving Las Vegas'. And I have been doing my best Nick Cage too. But she doesn't seem to be fazed by my erosion.
Anyway, I need to get things together. The move is going to happen this week, and I am still sitting around in a mess. Stuff is all half done and sitting in a heap. I have made my reservation for my truck, and I will call on Monday to confirm it. There is a moment, where a person can seize control of their life, even in the midst of trials.
Now, the main reason I need to get my head out of my butt is that I know that there is an opportunity coming up, but I am going to miss it, if I don't get a grip on things.
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