Reflecting on my sessions today, I feel full. The good kind. Like a salad loaded with cucumbers, carrots, and robust, dark leafy greens—nourished, not stuffed.
Using the corner of my cellphone, I smashed two ticks I found on Archie’s hindquarters. That makes five since Maria casually plucked one off him on Sunday. Now that I know ticks are just part of the deal when living next to Georgia woods, I’ll get him treated when we go to the vet Friday.
I’m a zero-chemical kind of girl… but after seeing those tiny scorpion-esque creatures leap and bury themselves into skin just to slurp blood, I’m rethinking things. I’m even considering DEET. Yes, DEET. The stuff that can swell your brain. That’s how deep my hatred runs. I draw the line at bloodsucking bugs.
I spent far too long tonight researching medications for Archie, and now it’s somehow 11 p.m. You won’t mind if I bow out early, will you? I’ve got plans to squeeze in a little Spanish study, brush the chocolate cake off my teeth, and rest a heated rice-filled sock on my stye eye.
Thanks for being here.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 