Life is all about Frances these days. She’s been recovering so slowly that it’s hard to see the progress. I think the nice weather makes her feel better, though. And maybe baking her old bones is helping the healing, too? Today she’s getting up and down more easily, and this is the first time she’s had a good rolly-poly session, since she injured herself.
The oldladydog knows how to enjoy the gorgeous weather we’re having.
He’s looking less like a serial killer here than he normally does.
The first sun wallow of the season. I love how she sticks her nose in the air.
Since Frances can’t get on the furniture, I’ve been spending time in the evenings Netflixing and sitting on the floor with her.
And yes, Pit Bulls are lap dogs. Obvs.
“Imagine if society was as disgusted by rape as it is by periods.”
“A sexual assault occurs every 107 seconds.”
On my way into the work this morning, I saw these stuck to the columns outside the library. It’s unforgivable that college women have to speak up about being mistreated, but at the same time, I’m glad to see them doing so. Sometimes I worry about “kids these days,” and other times, I think they’re just fine. It’s a mixed bag, but it always has been.
Frances is slowly improving. She’s wobbly, but she’s sitting for short periods.
This lonely little french fry has been sitting in the stairwell at work for weeks. I’m kind of curious about how long it will take the custodians to sweep it up.
And this editorial comment was left on a flyer in one of the women’s bathrooms.
Frances has a bed right next to the pile of blankets and pillows. Guess which one she prefers?
Frances is unamused that she’s been banned from the furniture.
red paper boat 