Hazy days

It's a hazy day. The sky is grey with smog and it was in the nineties yesterday. It's fall but it doesn't feel like it. 

I get up early, then fall back asleep. I went to a Halloween party Friday night and wrenched my back doing the time warp dance.

Sometimes, I feel as if life is getting away from me. Time is passing me by. Time, time, time. 

So I am writing. Trying not to recall that it's the first Halloween without a dog for 16 years. No costumes to photograph for them. No punk rock shih tzu posts. But I do have my puppies coming in December.

So where do I go from here? It's 2024, I'm 53 years old and I'm feeling a bit lost. But I'll get found.  I will.