days drag but weeks fly

I hate that I’ve had so many terrible dog encounters in Minneapolis that I’ve become somewhat afraid of dogs, a development I NEVER anticipated. Today I was out for my jog and I passed a guy with two enormous, intact, unleashed Dobermans both of whom trotted up to me to say hi. And I got freaked out! They did seem friendly, but a few weeks ago I was out for a run and a sheepdog snapped at me completely out of nowhere. And my poor dog was attacked by random ill behaved dogs three times between 2020 and when he passed in 2024. I just don’t fw dogs I don’t know anymore.

I absolutely hate gender reveals. Even the low key ones. I just fucking hate the concept.

I do wish the next season of Bridgerton was Eloise’s because I feel like her character desperately needs something new to do, but then again another season of building up Francesca and Micheala would feel a little repetitive. And if Eloise has something new to do as the primary B character it’ll be fine. I just really feel once her arc with Penelope found its resolution she became super one note.

I hang dry my clothes and my favorite part of summer is hanging them outside on a sunny day. The sun just blasts them dry even faster than a dryer would.

Every once in awhile I get all upset about Matthew Crawley’s death…

I kind of want to learn how to bonsai…

I thought I had enough water in my bottle to take my nighttime pills but I didn’t and the pills started dissolving in my mouth and they taste SO nasty.