Man, it’s been a while.
A long while.
Somehow I’ve managed to survive without Internet for a month and a half. During that time I’ve accumulated a bunch of photos– all these thoughts about “hey, I could write about this and/or that,” then after half an hour of daydreaming, I’d have to face reality.
I had no access whatsoever to what defined half of my life.
“Well Sherry, you could’ve gone to the library or something.”
You have no idea how hot it was outside. Plus all my photos were still on my camera. Maybe I got bit by a squirrel with rabies and had to be hospitalized for a few weeks, waking up to find only a halfhearted “Get Well Soon” card addressed to the guy staying next to me.
Pretty sure hospitals have wi-fi nowadays.
Okay, I’ll stop the b*llpooping.
Not to sound like a Romanticist or anything, but life without the Internet did make me appreciate nature more (it definitely gave me the time to).
★ I took Kiki out on a spontaneous (!) walk at an out-of-town park sometime in mid-August. Walked him for the first time without a leash for a few minutes, then freaked out that he’d run away/decide to sprint and trip down a rocky hill. Before I enslaved him again, there was a Kodak moment…
… when he trotted in front of me and looked back, like the happiest dog in the world.
I’m free, it seemed like that’s what his face was saying.
Then I drove us back home and he passed out.
Yes, dog faces talk. It’s kind of a thing.