Well, the queasiness has subsided quite a bit, but I’ve got a little more heartburn than I’d like. Tired, but that could also be a consequence of the storms last night. It’s not the actual storm that ever wakes me up, it’s the 95-lb chicken dog. She’s never been a big fan of the supernatural. Ben didn’t concern himself with those kinds of details. As long as someone wasn’t trying to get in his house without an express invitation, he was right with the world.

I like remembering Ben. He was just a funny dog. We had 12 years together. There at the end, I knew what he was thinking before he did.  

Ruby and I made it through tonight’s walk with only one attempt at eating something dead on the ground (on her part).

As for the non-fur child (aka the stowaway), for some reason I trolled the internet for information about private schools. I haven’t decided any of the details about giving birth–epidural? mid-wife? But I’m thinking about the merits of private school in six years. I haven’t been feeling really high on my public school education lately. I still feel like my background in history and social studies is woefully lacking. I remember one teacher, he was legally blind as I recall, I don’t remember him every providing any instruction. He’d sit in the front of the room with the lights dimmed.

I can’t believe this, but I’ve kinda gotten sucked into that reality show, America’s Next Top Model. I don’t know why. There are quite a few international contestants, moreso than the usual reality show, I think. These girls from eastern European countries, African countries, it’s like they’re not as ruthless although their circumstances seem to be harder. American girls, on this show anyway, are kinda brash, some of them to the point of an unattractive cockiness. I felt oddly happy that one mean girl got the axe a couple weeks ago. Why do I care about this?