The snow came in here at about five AM today. I know because my dog woke me up at four and wanted to go outside. He didn’t do his business though, just got distracted by the sights and sounds and smells of the yard. It’s about quarter past eight now and he is back asleep.
Today is going to be a day at home. I have plenty of food and don’t need to go anywhere. The roads are all covered in snow, and it is about thirty degrees outside. This is another day two for me without alcohol. I think I can kick it this time if I just don’t give into the urge to buy another bottle. Smoking, well, I am near the end of my last pack now.
My girlfriend wanted me to pick her up today, but I am not driving all that way in bad weather. Junior is not ready for any sleepovers yet anyway. He still needs to learn the rules of the house and to get used to his crate so I can feel safe leaving him alone in my room for a couple hours. Winter is a hard time for all, and the dog just isn’t comfortable yet being left to his own devices. He snatched my recorder off my bookshelf yesterday and took it to his crate. I guess he wanted to learn to play the flute or thought it was a chew toy.
I got some good sleep last night but had many strange dreams. In the last one I was a vegetable farmer taking my crops to market in the back of an old, beat up Lincoln Continental.
I have some sleepy music going now for the dog, and I am just about to get some pea soup for breakfast. I have chicken for dinner, sliced ham and bread for lunch, and plenty of fruit and vegetables. The dog is snoring now, so maybe he is still tired. He got a bad leg cramp last night after gnawing on his bone for a while. I took the bone away from him and gave his leg a quick massage, and the cramp passed. I guess our five long walks yesterday were too much for him. He has been sleeping in a kennel for the last three months and I guess I gave him too much exercise.
I might rename this blog again. I want it to be my online journal and poetry, but apparently there are not many people looking to read the journal of a 59 year old single guy who lives with his Dad and a dog. 59. It will be my birthday next Sunday. I don’t feel that old, but the years have passed and I am no longer young. I have to get into shape and lose some of this Invega fat the doctors have saddled me with. It’s not easy being crazy.
So I will have a quiet day at home and work on my blog and do some gaming and watch some videos. Dad and the dog are still sleeping, so I have to be a bit quiet. There is a fresh coat of snow on the yard and the sky is dismal and grey. A typical winter day in Michigan, cold, snowy, and miserable.