I will eventually get all deep and meaningful, and tell you all why I haven't been writing much. But until I can manage that, here are two quickies for the morning:
I. My cankles are going away again. I've gotten back on my medium-to-low sodium diet, and my giant swollen ankles are slowly subsiding. Diuretics didn't help, exercise didn't help, and nothing showed any difference except for me being vigilant about my sodium intake. So, I'm back on track again, after having gotten off 6 months ago when mom had her knee replacement surgery. Which reminds me, I'm gonna have to go into that later…
II. I know this will upset some of you, but I just gotta say it: I can't stand dogs. I liked dogs as a kid, and then I just didn't care for them much as I got older. I didn't hate them, but they just weren't my "thing", you know?
But that was before I started working for the crazy dog lady, who spends much of her workday talking about her dogs. And talking to other people about their dogs. And talking on the phone to make arrangements to go to dog shows. And giving advice about dogs: breeding, feeding, showing, training; you name it, and I've heard it. She's one of those people who never had kids, and so her dogs are her "babies". Except that she somehow couples that with the cold-hearted attitude of a breeder/shower. It's creepy.
It is so much, so often, and so annoying that my mild distaste has turned into active dislike. Seriously.
