Peeking out from under the covers

OK I haven't posted since November. And since then, it's been a roller coaster. Most importantly and life-changingly, we lost my Dad. And I can ALMOST write that sentence without breaking down and not believing it and having to start over with the whole grief process, but not quite.

I'm trying to do like Dr. Laura says, and fake it till I make it. I'm trying to do things that are normal. But nothing feels normal. But as part of my self-imposed therapy, I'm going to try to embrace where I am and enjoy every little thing. And aren't you lucky that you get to go on that ride with me?

In the meantime, since December, I lost a dear friend and coworker of 18 years. He had cancer, but we were not expecting it to take him. Also in December, Jason and I rescued a nutty giant schnoodle from the shelter who appears to be staying. You know, because we didn't have enough chaos around here.

In February, Schaffer ended up @ the emergency room the LSU vet school having an "old man spell" (geriatric canine vestibular syndrome) which scared the bejesus out of Jason and me both, and a week later Greta ended up there for 3 days in ICU after eating 4 pounds of the foster dog's food.

At the beginning of March, my brother and his wife had their precious baby Kaylin 7 weeks early. She is doing well but is still in the NICU. I've been in Biloxi the last two weekends but I still haven't gotten the chance to hold her. Which SUCKS.

So needless to say, I'm more of an emotional basket case than usual. But I insist on trucking on. So today I got up, went for a walk, and actually accomplished some work (rare these days). And I think I will spend the evening posting some random pictures from the last few months, but good things only.