The List and the Happy Point

Here I sit, barely comfortable on my couch because I’m typing while I balance a wet towel on my head. My pre-takeoff list is lengthy and varied: it includes the deep conditioning goop that’s soaking into my hair and scalp at this exact moment. I am trying to stave off the ravages of the desert,…

The Dog is the Speckled One, Not Me!

I’m not going to lie and say it’s been a smooth week. It hasn’t been smooth at all. Really, there have been no tragedies or things that should completely derail my life, like aliens beaming my garage up into their saucer or my ears dropping off my head like autumn leaves. I have a snug…