First off, thank you for yesterday. Thank you for listening to me and for making me laugh and for making me feel less alone.
Secondly, today I’m having a rare bout of energy. I showered and took Hailey to camp and facetimed with Victor (he’s traveling with his new job) and finished a few things only slightly behind deadline, and I can already tell that soon I’ll need to crawl back in bed to rest, but before that I saw that today is #nationalselfieday and although (as you can tell from my instagram) I’m not really a fan of selfies I decided that today I would make an exception and post the only sort of selfie that I think people really enjoy, which is a selfie that includes sloths or explosions or David Tennant or cats. I am out of the first three so I made do with Photo Booth and grabbed all of my pets (except for Atticus Fish II and Monster Mash because fish fucking hate cameras and aquariums are sloshy) and did a series of shots at my desk. And it made me laugh. And bleed a little. But that is the price of a good selfie. Or at least one that includes 3 cats and a dog who made me legitimately smile and feel human.
Unless you don’t want to be in a selfie. Then just photoshop your face over Hunter S. Tomcat’s and it’ll be like I’m giving you the biggest sqwunch ever.