Barenaked Ladies, This is Where It Ends

A lot happened this weekend, and I’m so tired. So I’m going to do one of those list things I’ve been doing - half thoughts and ends of conversations and passing ideas. 

A phrase about faith was particularly insightful. Another nod to Keillor, and I need to compile a list of these run-ons that assure me that my actions are normal and nothing to become tense over. Oh, and he’s particularly insightful to the idea of our self-awareness. And how crippled we become once we we are. 

I need to go ahead and write it down. Let it go and get it out. 

Me at 5:05 pm on a Sunday: dragging out the third cage into the hot sun with dogs barking and panting and jumping all around me. I turn on the water to hose it down and expect relief as these dogs cower in a dry corner. Enter Mr. B, the boston terrier. “SPRINKLER!!!” And this hour of Mr. B and I playing in the hose water completely restores my joy in this job. 

Spending the night out on a friends boat, talking and watching the fog swirl over the lake. The moon was so bright! And while I stared at the scenery, I remembered why I love that I’ve grown up in West Virginia.

Mumford and Sons made me so happy today. Also, the BnL song above is completely relevant to my summer. Man, I miss them…

I apologize for my poor grammar and hodgepodge tenses and weird word order. Like I said, I’m so tired.