So the thing about blogging again is that there really isn't that much going on in my life.
Anyway, still sick. Still busy at work. Still reading Dog Years. After I read the introduction, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it. It felt like it was going to be one of those "I should have worked this out in therapy, but I'm going to write about it instead" books.
Boy, was that wrong. It's lovely and moving, and I am thoroughly enjoying it. Even though, or perhaps because, it has made me cry several times.
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