Briefly Bringing in This Tuesday Morning with News that the Dog Thinks I'm a Bed and When I Type, My Shoulders are Her Cushions

2024 has been about Karal's ongoing neurosis, including her severe separation anxiety. When I'm home, she needs to be on top of me, and she's learned that when I'm on the computer (which is most all of the time) that it's perfectly finde to lounge and snore on my shoulders. It's all good...She's 50 pounds, at best.

The blocking the doorway with her body as I'm trying to leave, however, is a little more dramatic. She thinks I won't lift her out of the way. I love that she's attached to me, but the clinginess is a little odd. Some say I should get another dog so she has a companion, and I think about this, but then I think about what a pain it is to try to go anywhere with one dog. Love her to death...great companion and all...but I'm thinking the Great Whatever is cursing me for the tremendous commitment issues I've had my entire life. 

I'm an isolationist. I do better inside my head. She should know this, no?

In the meantime, I need to keep this writing short, because it's a 14-hour day followed by a 14-hour day and I need to get my headstrong game going in full force. I came home last night at 8 pm and was too tired to plan any more, so it's time to go into innovation and improvisation mode. Too much needing to be done in a very short amount of time.

Yesterday I wrote about TP and today I live another day in this #$@# show where it is 100% necessary.