At Least They're Committed

It worked fine yesterday in the office, of course. But now as I test out my ability to work at home (while waiting for my new washing machine to arrive), it’s giving me fits. I guess I’m only linked to pages in Contribute within a mile or two of the office. Dunno. Sigh. That’s OK, I’m Read more

We tried to let her sleep downstairs, but Raul wouldn’t have any of it. He’s too territorial. So at 2 a.m. Lily burst into our room and plopped her on the bed. It was dark and I couldn’t see her save for the faded streetlights reflecting off the cone. “Is she OK?” “Yeah,” Lily said. Read more

Do I dare to hope? I looked at my husband yesterday and the 25 pounds he has lost are making a difference. He is beginning to look like this guy I used to adore. I found myself, well, almost giddy. Most certainly hopeful. “Cautiously optimistic.” For years I’ve been looking at photos of that guy Read more

I dragged my wretched carcass out of bed at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to set out to a bridal shower in Grand Junction. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion, the wine the night before or general self loathing, but I was a hopeless emotional waste. Overwhelmed in so many facets of life, underwhelmed in Read more

It wasn’t the farewell I wanted. I had it planned. The Palomino was going to be gone after this weekend and of course we had to say goodbye: To reminisce and toast the place and thank it for the great times we had there. D and I first stumbled into the bar/restaurant at 16th and Read more

My hunger strike lasted 24 hours. That’s pretty good, don’t you think? I was just waiting for something good to happen to me, but my meds musta finally kicked in because all the sudden it seemed like everything was just peachy. Or maybe it was just because I was hungry. Maybe, just maybe things look rosier when you’re hungry. So Read more