Do Just What I Want

What can it hurt, a blog every now and then? Once, every couple of years, I leave the convenience store with a Snickers.

Dog sitting for friends' pups has filled a major void. It has also shown me that I don't really need to get over anything. Let me make an exception here for anger. I'm not mad at anybody and I don't have any reason to be.

My sweetest memories are constructed, for the most part, of loss. Sometimes, when I get up the nerve, I peek at the meter that measures my love. I don't need to be any kind of math whiz to see that I've used up most of my allotment. That's okay. I've slopped that stuff around as though it was free. It is! Much to the chagrin of individuals who play roles in my imagination, I plan to keep it up, no pun intended.

Spring in my step? Maybe. I haven't lost much of my hair, though, and I haven't forfeited one whit of love.