grubs

almost at the final buttonhole and then decreases and i-cord bind off and then i'm done with dad's vest; good thing because i'm on my last skein of yarn and have no more fleece left to spin

every year we're offended at how highly rhapsody in blue rates (#7 this time) but it's okay because we're through that and now at holst's the planets at #3 ! and i think it'll be emperor concerto and ode to joy so we'll have a bit of beethoven and feel much better

they've put the rite of spring criminally low at #73 ! banger

chariots of fire at #75, i stg people vote this fucking piece in every year as a joke

listening to the classical radio's top 100 which has a "different theme" each year but features all the same works anyway because the budget for their repertoire has obviously been cut so badly for the past few years. the fun is guessing how close to the top each piece will feature. this year is even more ridiculously same-y because the theme is "greatest of all time"

i was going to take a pov shot of the dogs standing over me but i had to drop my phone to protect my face. they are full of love and also they're extremely scratchy motherfuckers. wilfred is by my feet (on top of blanket) and norman is my little spoon (under blanket)

i hear this huge galloping down the corridor and have one second to brace myself before the dogs jump on the bed and attack me ferociously with kisses, hello boys i love you