Jumping on the wrong bandwagon once again, I gleefully submitted a graphic interpretation of Meghan aka Squirrel Woman dying a horrible death. She has invited everyone to kill her by Photoshopping her face onto some gruesome scene. I chose Death by Corsetry. Yes, it meant abandoning my usual good taste, but I thought the idea was hilarious. The rest of her pages, including her journal, are equally amusing, so go see it.
I like not having specific dates to my journal entries, but it's confusing those who want me to attach meaning to "yesterday" and other date-related comments. This is, I have decided, okay. Time isn't all that linear, anyway. I don't think in terms of dates (which is why a classical education was a bit tough, sometimes). I'll still keep the months for reference points.
I'd write more tonight, but I'm absolutely shattered from caring for a post-surgery dog who is determined to not wear bandages and constantly sneaks off to quietly chew at them. I've told her she'll have to be a satellite-head if she doesn't quit, but her English language skills have deserted her. The cats are absolutely fascinated by the bandage process, which, as you may imagine, adds to the length of time in getting Dixie wrapped up properly. How do mothers of more than one pre-schooler manage? Mothers of the world, I salute you.