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Context: my mother is currently in a rehabilitation facility, following an ankle surgery. Her: I met a nice retired navy man here. He asked me if your father and I played cards because he needs another couple for… Pinocchio? Me: 😐 Her: 😀 Me: Pinochle, for God sake.

This whole “leaving the house” thing is overrated.

My wife is practicing Dvorak’s 9th symphony (cello for those of you not in the know) whilst I sing the melody in an obnoxiously loud dynamic, so clearly we were meant to be.

Trying to exist day to day and it’s hard as hell so here, have a pit mix *if you hate dogs based on your misconceptions of a much maligned breed you can fuck right the fuck off

I give zero shits about football. But my late lamented Auntie Bev loved the Kansas City team, so for her? I’m sad. Otherwise, I’m a little tipsy and cuddling a dog so life is good.

@duchessgoldblatt.bsky.social YOU ARE HERE. In the midst of darkness, there is light.

Just trying to post something positive tonight, but there is a dearth of positivity. So I will go with the fact that there is a dog in my lap and a vodka tonic in my glass.

Everything is a lot so have a dog.

UPDATE: The Cellist bought herself a matching hoodie. If you had told a younger me, I would be happily married to someone who matched outfits with our dog, I would have laughed in your face. And yet here we are.

We do not know his actual birthday, but we know he was a year and a few months when we adopted him on March 10. So we are designating January 10 as his birthday. Happy birthday, house hippo. Please enjoy your Frosty Paws.

Right, so actually, this is turning out to be a pretty good day.

Anita Bryant has died. Let us remember her as she deserves to be remembered.

Anyone else finding it rather stressful being alive at this point in the apocalypse? Like, we're too far out to just be resignedly grateful we'll be out of our misery soon, but too far in to blissfully ignore the thundering noise of the four horsemen drawing closer. Quite irksome.

I left southern California before the Obama presidency, but I still have so many friends there and I am absolutely appalled and frightened for them. This is unprecedented. My heart aches.

In my half century of life, I have adamantly refused to put clothing on my dogs. I considered it undignified. And then I moved to a cold climate and adopted a pitbull mix. Anyway, here’s Rizzo in his new hoodie.

Day six with no supervision. I may or may not have built a pillow fort.