Last night at A’s house, J brought his dog over to meet A’s dogs for the first time. I didn’t want to be there when they met, afraid there’d be bloodshed or at least a whole lot of noise.
I was wrong about bloodshed, but I was right about the noise.
We brought over a lot of pesto pasta salad. It was appreciated. Got some good hugs. The neighbor came over twice. We played with singing bowls. I said I wouldn’t go on the huge ferris wheel. A smudged me with sage from Rasta Fam. It smelled good.
This morning I have a dermatologist appointment. I dread it. Yesterday my blood draw went fine, but I’m left with a big bruise anyway.
