Pale, Fat, but Wise

Today was one of those rainy spring days–you know the ones: drippy, not especially cold, but dreary.  I went to the polls and voted around 11 and was voter number 12 at my precinct.  Yeah, 12.

Can you say “light turnout?”  I wrote in my man John Kesich who is dedicated to seeing that the gas well drilling goes forward safely, or not at all.  He needs 300 write-ins to get on the ballot next election.

*fingers crossed*

I spent the rest of the afternoon scribbling in my paper journal, working out some things.  Some day I will write a post about what happens in my paper journal.  It involves writing a letter to myself every day, and I’ll tell you, magic happens.

I was thinking that if this weather pattern (cold, drizzly, dark) continued for months at a time as it does in certain parts of the country (Hi Emily!!) I would be fat, pale, but wise because I would just stay inside, eat and read all day.

Boomer is feeling back to her old self again after her 2 days of sickness, (thanks for everyone who expressed concern), but she had a low energy day today as well.

Dogs are really good at sleeping!

Boomer sleeps