I have this tight spot in my shoulder that sort of goes all the way down to my fingertips and makes them feel a bit raw. It is an odd and not entirely pleasant sensation, but I have hopes that it will pass. My hands feel like freshly cut fingernails, yuck.
In other news, this afternoon I was walking the dog on my block and this woman (whom I see from time to time around the hood; she is in her fifties perhaps, and always wears light blue and looks a bit uptight) was looking extra wound up today and was talking to herself. Just a little bit, real quiet like. She had on a white straw hat and her usual light blue garb. I thought, oh, ok, here's that chick, and she's a little more wound up than usual.
Then at 10 pm I was walking Rose and I saw her again and she was in much worse shape, talking to herself far less subtly and wandering all over the sidewalk. I was wondering if I should approach her and help her home or something, but by the time I got turned around with the dog and had thought about it a bit, she was gone.
If there is a point to this story I don't know what it is. But I hope that lady is ok.
And can I add that the whole time I have been writing this, Rose has been shoving her squeak toy against my ankles in a vain attempt to get me to play with her. It is very distracting.
As a sort of stiff-upper-lipped British aside, I think I'll mention here that Rhys has moved out and is staying with our friend Trevor. I didn't want to reveal this but I figured that eventually people would notice anyway, so I might as well make a clean breast of things. Are we breaking up? I don't know. Should people feel very sorry for me or us? No, we feel sorry enough for ourselves. Plus, this is not some fiery horrific breakup sort of thing but more of a re-evaluation of our relationship.
I'm sorry but I just can't cast this in trollish terms, it makes me too tired.
