I'm freezing. When I got up I put on jeans, a thermal undershirt, a Goodwill cashmere and a jacket. I soon shed the jacket and then the cashmere. Now they're all back on.
It's not even that cold. It's just gray and damp. I FEEL like I'm freezing.
Poop. I need to deal with poop. Chick poop, mostly. These guys need to go into the coop. They are too big and their poop is too voluminous to keep them in the ice chest. Is it warm enough? Hell if I know. They have feathers. I'll put them outside in their box soon and let them spend some time in the elements to see how they do.
Why do we keep animals?
Since it started raining, my dogs have decided that peeing and pooping outside is a drag and they'd rather not. Which means...poop and pee in the house, of course. Yesterday Buster PEED IN THE LAUNDRY BASKET.
I mean seriously.
I am taking care of a neighbor's dog while they are out of town. It's no problem and I don't mind doing it but there's another element of poop. I take him out and wait for him to pee and poop. "Good boy!" I tell him and then I take him back in and give him a treat.
I should be out in the garden, spreading horse poop.
I'm cold. I need to deal with poop. I need to take a walk. That will warm me up.
Is it possible that I need a life?
I think about all the things I could write about. I could reach back and tell you the story of how a bunch of us accidentally blew up a gas station once with a Karmann Ghia. I could tell you about the time I met a ghost in a state park. I could tell you about the time a cat spoke English to me. I could tell you about the time I got really stoned and...wait. I can't tell you about that.
But no, all I'm going to do is sit here and bitch about how chilly I am and how my life is all about poop and then I'm going to go take a walk and I'm going to clean up poop and did I mention it's gray here again today?
Poop. May I somehow reach a point today where I have risen above it. At least for a little while.