. She gets up in the middle of the night and wanders around the house. I assume she must be looking for him. We are just two highly sensitive gals.
. She pulls me into the doggy daycare, familiar with where she’s going. I’m happy she’s happy about being here.
. I think I have finally found a solution!
. “I’m being weird again, aren’t I?”
. Every month, my cycle is preceded by the same deep fatigue and carb cravings. Hormonal fluctuations. Tides.
. We step outside and both of us feel uneasy about these winds. Tree tops are bending and loose leaves are chaos in the sky. We run down the sidewalk and go back inside.
. So it’s spaghetti for dinner with a side of his arugula, and by 7:30 I’m in bed with a book, a glass of Arneis, and a sleepy doggy. The rain has arrived just in time.