The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Who Cares

Oh who cares? I mean really? WTF cares? Does anyone actually even read theses words? Even still, a lot of stuff, inner thoughts, feelings, summations, goes through my mind. Often, ignored, or if I’m in the mood, it will find its way into my private journal. Sometimes I just want the ease of putting it here.

Anyway….

It looks like it could rain. I got the dogs’ walk in. I haven’t really walked them in, god I’m ashamed to say, but two months? I’m proud to say, they have settled down. and don’t really pull on the leash. The chocker collars that B. had suggested didn’t seem to prevent the pulling, which bothered my T.O.S., which brought about my avoidance of dog walking altogether. Hopefully, the puppiness in them has been outgrown and I can resume the walks. I love taking them out, since they seem to enjoy it so much.
I saw cars in Kohl’s parking lot. I wonder when things will really get cranking out there. Will they make so much noise we will move out earlier tan planned?

At least my pain levels have not increased. Up this morning, but down again now. Not quite as low as it’s been. But any decrease sure beats the hell out what I’ve gone through this week. No wonder my muse is on vacation. She’s hiding. Scared of what she might produce, if given the chance, inspired by intense pain. I emailed a buddy of mine and said I was on the verge of creating a ‘hate’ story, motivated by this week’s T.O.S. episode. I really should ya know. Just to see the end result. Will I like it? Will it be ‘dark’? Scary? It could suck altogether. I’d rip it up, toss it in the trash and no one would be the wiser.