something about blue/not black attracts me
easier to read, perhaps, or just different...dunno
does not matter
just finished walking my temporary dog, loaned/gifted for a week... reminds me periodically, just why i do not want the responsibility of anything or anyone else, at this point in my life... have not become a total recluse YET but, it's summertime still, in the deep south
tennis courts provide a racing-runway for this almost black lab, as it once provided me with fun, frustration, concentration and a release from my oh-too-busy life twenty years ago a suitable release of anger/corporate 'mind-fucks' (as my sister would say) and the mundane, day to day existence, of a mother/sister/daughter/wife/employee and 'successful' still- young Woman Whatever That Means
