Not Seeing Clearly

Well, let’s see… I have a conjunctivitis in my left eye (caught no doubt from one of the animals), I broke a molar, Xena the dog got into the kid’s room and tracked blue paint all over the rug (water soluble blue paint, but still – at least an hour on my hands and knees scrubbing), the temperature is in the fucking thirties, and I texted Reuben that I wasn’t going to go on tutoring him – I really like the guy but he cancels five out of every six classes.

Also really behind on productive, money-making output. Productive, money-making output saw a surge this month – doubled, in fact: I’d actually be able to pay off all my bills with a little extra were it not for the fact that I got so behind this summer. Sigh…

Managed to walk the trestle path with Milo for the first time since the Big Rains. The huge beaver lodge is still on the lake – veritably, Beaves are nature’s own freemasons! – and it turns out there’s one more round of flowers after the goldenrod, a kind of delicate, blue aster. But the trees are definitely turning.