bloody tags

I had to take Fronkles to the vet a few weeks ago, because something was off. When the vet asked what the issue was, I replied, “I’m not sure, but I reckon he’s been eating the bloody garbage.”

The vet, with a straight face looked at me and said, “What kind of blood was it?”

And I was like, “Wow.”

Fortunately, Fronkles is all good. I probably won’t go back to that vet. Even though it’s the eighth one I’ve seen around midtown.

For those of you just joining, I hit the on switch of this webpage after about seven months of hiding out – which was the longest hide out period in the eight years I’ve been showing up around here.

Anyways, after taking everything down with various deletes – I totally fucked the categories on my page. So in addition to having over 1,100 posts to review, my actual writing is presently buried amongst a shit ton of blahgs that I, frankly, still don’t feel quite like reading.

My creative work has been lit lately. I really want to post some, opposed to blahging, but I feel like I need to seriously straighten out the whole category / tag concept this weekend.

When I got divorced, and changed continents… I never really thought about what would happen. I just knew I had to do it. I guess that rings clear on most decisions I make. I’m just happy the weather is warm and words are spilling.

Besides shelter and puppies around… it’s hard to be more demanding.

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