Forgive me, reader, for I have sinned. It is now three days since my last blog post. I realize that I have no readers, but still...
Sometime around 5:30 AM this morning, I think, was the anniversary of my birth. That is also when the puppy, Seren Ci, an eight-month-old Cardigan Welsh Corgi, was waking me up by snuffling around my head, burrowing under the blankets, and bouncing on and off of the bed. She's young enough that I don't dare not get up and walk her as soon as she wakes. Seren Ci is one translation of "dog star" into Welsh. It is probably not the best translation, but it sounded the most like a pronounce-able name.
I am a woman of indeterminate age, or whatever the politically correct term for me is, and today I have a stabbing pain in my back from working out Tuesday after more than a week's hiatus. I guess you could say I am feeling my age. (It's an indeterminate pain.)
I realize that this whole process started in order that my daughter establish herself a blog. She has not yet done so. We wondered again last night what her blog would be about. Maybe, like Seinfeld, or like my blog, it can be about nothing.
Nighty-night. Radioactive Girl 2010
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