Still, it beats starving in a gutter. Or so I keep telling myself. Though that may be over faster.
I'm going to take a little bit of a break here and maybe take the dog for a walk, and when that's done, come home and make dinner and then go back to work.
The dog spent the afteernoon being exceptionally cute. This was, I think, his first experience with peanut butter, or a Kong toy, though with a little coaching he figured out how to manage both pretty well. And peanut butter is very nice, thank you.
Thank God for dogs. They are the sovereign cure for self-pity and existential malaise.
Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams.