Some of my best stuff. For Pinto, who is free. Cradling that white box in my arms, heavy with the weight of Pinto, I hallucinated a muffled woof as I made my way across the parking lot to my van. Pinto barking in response to the kennel next door, all the dogs clattering at their chainlink. What he would have said, anyway. How could he be dead? What even was death? In the morning I can hear the doves, in.

I cry nearly every time I think of him. I am lucky to have had him even for just two months. After only two months with me to a sudden onset, acute autoimmune condition. More information, for now, is here. It has left me devastated, but I simply cannot end the year with this as the marker. So I am going to focus on some really good, even great things that happened in the past few months.

I have gone back and forth while writing this post. I have written, deleted, written, and deleted again. Last week Silas and I went to kindergarten jump start at his school. He had a great time and I was so proud of how he handled himself.

Sweating and smiling and sweating in Birmingham, Alabama. I caught Ron off guard in a rare moment of having the tiny home to ourselves. One of the coolest things that we saw was a company called Volstrukt. Wood framing accounts for a significant chunk of that .

On top of being an awesome professor, Victoria Fatu. Hits the look right o.