Happiness. It's relative.

I’m thinking of buying a new suit. There’s an event next week where it would be nice to be wearing a suit just to remind myself that I can be a suit-wearing person. I thought about this and then thought about buying a pair of patent leather oxfords when it hit me that I was trying to replicate my daughter’s streamlined business look. And that seemed odd and sweet and impossible all at the same time.
This morning, as soon as my husband woke up, I told him he had been right about the three things we argued about yesterday. This doesn’t happen often. I usually just let the realization that he was right about something be a private little process rather than trumpeting it in his presence. But this morning’s crop was really too much to keep secret. Three things. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Swirl walked around with his head cocked a few days ago and I tore off for the vet. Head cocking is a sign of ‘old dog vestibular disease’ (the disease our dear departed Punchy had) so, of course, I was beside myself. But it wasn’t that, it was an itchy ear so the vet squeezed some ointment on it, rubbed the ear for a few minutes and charged me $76. I was glad.
The WordPress prompt today asks if I ever committed a crime and got away with it. The answer is yes, very long ago when women didn’t have control over their own bodies, sort of like now but with bell bottom jeans and love beads. The spring primary for Wisconsin Supreme Court is coming up next Tuesday. Electing the right person could change the course of history for thousands of women and the people who love them. Let’s hope more than twelve people vote.
It has been a hard week with much taking care of people and business. But it has been a powerful week with earned tiredness and deep gratitude for this morning’s walk in the snow and the double cheeseburger that came afterward.
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