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Aug. 7th, 2018 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogMy bike is broken, and my Escitalopram (Lexapro) refill is delayed, and I'm working 16 hours tomorrow, and the loud LOUD construction is still happening a few feet and across an opaque fire-retardant plastic sheet from me.
Bleh.
And I miss my foster dog. I was thinking about her on the way in this morning, as I frequently do even though it's been months.
In some ways, it's harder than losing a dog to illness and old age. I know she's still out there, and I keep worrying about how well she's doing and if she's being taken care of and whether she's happy.
Bleh.
And I miss my foster dog. I was thinking about her on the way in this morning, as I frequently do even though it's been months.
In some ways, it's harder than losing a dog to illness and old age. I know she's still out there, and I keep worrying about how well she's doing and if she's being taken care of and whether she's happy.
