Sasha the Agoraphobic Dog arrived with my parents last night. It’s a bit sad to see how she’s aging. My parents bought her as a puppy when I was a senior in college. Now, her face is completely white and I can tell that her hips bother her when she stands up after lying down for an extended time. I’m glad for these times when I get to see her. I don’t have the time to care for a dog of my own, but it was nice to have her greet me at my door when I came home from running an errand last night.
From up here on The 19th Floor, I want to wish everyone the happiest of holidays, regardless of what you do or don’t celebrate. I hope that wherever you are, the food is good, the company is pleasant, and that it’s where you want to be.
I need to wrap some presents. I hate how the Scotch tape sticks to my tongue and how the gift wrap leaves little paper cuts inside my mouth. But I do it all out of love, baby.
