"Our Endless Numbered Days"

I begin this post by borrowing the title from Iron & Wine.  There were a whole lot of things I was going to write about about.  I was going to write about how on the one day when I didn't have a migraine in the last six or so days I finished all the edits and rewrites on my book and it's now in the hands of some readers, getting it closer to that publishing deadline.  And then of course I was going to write about the depression and misery of having nearly a week of migraines.

However, tonight I am super medicated and I have pictures!  At around seven or so I was sitting in my apartment, thinking that I hated it passionately, and that I was lonely, and that I was letting my dogs down, again, and I cried for a minute or two.  Then I thought, well, "sober" or not, we were going out, we meaning all three of us, Libby, Sully, Brook.  I didn't care what my pill combination was or had been, we were getting the f--- out of the house.

All I have to say is the phrase "load up" and Sully is raring to go.  Got the doggy bag ready, which in retrospect will be better when I find a backpack instead of using a reusable grocery bag because gallon of water and sundry doesn't ride well.  The neighbor's kids were cute and told me, "Uh, oh, your dogs are out" meaning they were out in the front yard.  I told them I was taking them on a trip… at least I hope I said that.  I'm fairly sure I wouldn't have said, "we're getting the hell out of here" to small children.

My dad drew me a map to the place he likes to go ride his mountain bike.  Here are some pictures.  The air was divine, the road-rash worth it, and the dogs are passed out cold.  They learned a physics lessons.  Running down steep, steep inclines is by far easier than running up steep, steep inclines.

An inauspicious beginning, but keep going (that's what I did)...