I realized this week how swiftly my routines have changed to accomodate my job. I came home from work at least two nights this week unable to stay awake past 9:00 pm.
Last night was First Friday where I live and I really wanted to get out to a few show openings in local galleries. I hoped to be able to leave work on time and shift gears after a few minutes with the dogs and get back out to feed my soul. Could. not. make. it. past 8:30.
This morning, I woke up painfully early, let the dogs out, got everybody back in and dried off and climbed back in to bed until about 6:30. I watched the end of the documentary "Wasteland", which I had been wanting to finish for some time. Mostly subtitled, I needed to be able to focus. I'm glad I watched it - you should, too.
So now, at 10:30 am on a Saturday, I am preparing to leave the house for some errands. Return the film to the library, stop at the post office to mail something to a faraway friend, pick up dog and cat food and meds for Parker and maybe see about some tights for work. It is fairly brisk outside - my favorite fall weather - and I look forward to tights and sweaters and scarves every day. I bought a pair of high-heeled shoes this week and managed to wear them all day yesterday without too much difficulty. Ridiculous, I know, but student life and work in the studio had me in fairly flat shoes for years.
I'll maybe take the dogs to the park later today (but not too late, as the days get shorter and shorter). I want to cart them around in my car while I still have it. I ordered a new one over two weeks ago and it is apparently in demand and difficult to acquire. More on that when I actually have it. A friend commented to me that I would need to take steps to protect a new car from the wear and tear of my dogs and he was quickly advised that it will be my car - a car owned by a woman who has two big dogs. Life happens. My dogs will very likely be the first passengers I take for a ride. Let's get the nose prints on the windows right away, I say!
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