I read about eighty pages of John Grisham’s ‘The Appeal’ today. Oh, and how did I enjoy that! It’s been some time since I’ve sat down with a book, and just read… I’m so glad to be reading…

I also did some Pilates today, with some situps and pushups the day before. That, is very good too! Time to be strengthening the body and the mind… all very good, indeed.

On an aside, we have Comcast for cable and internet. I had previously not liked them highly, for troubles they gave me when moving from NH. I finally stopped getting collections notices from them, for trying to ‘return’ their damned cable boxes there… ‘Nother story, now since passed. But, they have these music channels, via TV, that are all song and no commercial. We very much like putting them on when we are in the back room computing and such. I think it’s the ‘Retro-Active’ station we have on now… Fun songs, indeed… Just heard Haircut 100 and now it’s Love and Rockets… Damn songs that date me. Holy crap, and now it’s Duran Duran… It might be better if I stop talking now…

This is my girl… Always and forever.

Her, Jasper, with George, cuz they were Buds, for several years… And they are together now, running around joyously with each other… I hope, but I also know they are. George was a fucker in the beginning, border collie that he is… They worked that all out eventually, and I know in my heart they are together together…

Jasper and Puggles… They knew each other for a few months… My big lil girl taught my next lil girl a few things or two, as tired as I knew she was at the time… …

The two silly now critters… I love them both dearly. They are my lil girls… My lil girl’s anniversary is coming up… Coming up on two years now, it seems like a thousand years ago… I’m just a lil bit missing her, my lil love and my lil girl… It’s coming up to that time, and though I may not always acknowledge it consciously, my heart still knows when it is near… My heart most definitely knows it…

Another of my favorite pictures of her:

My lil Jasper girl (with carrot, hehe)… I miss you so honey… I see you in my dreams, and I still love you dearly… I know you are with me in my heart, as I am in yours… I can be silly here and say how I long to see you again… And I know that’s not silly, but it’s true…

Here is a lil Puggles. She’s a bit more grown now, but she’s still my lil girl:

And, here, is my dear sweet Pumpkin, when she was a wee lil thing:

She is a cat, but I do still love her so. I am more of a dog person, admittedly. That said, D. got me her, after Jasper had gone… to keep me company while I was by myself. So, this darn lil cute cat, will always have a special place in my heart… Cat, still, that she is…

That’s somewhat of an indicator of what the weather has been like this week. And I kind of like the combination. Warm weather is here, though it was closer last week. Still nice and sunny today. D. got me my first bag of dirt for the season, along with a cute purpley-pink plant. However, I’m not sure of what it is. Once it starts blossoming more, hopefully I can tell. There are these very pretty purpley-pink small trees in bloom in the area, too. Again, I’m not certain of what they are. Mom said maybe weeping cherry trees. I’ll have to pull out my gardening picture book and try to match them up.

This TV show gets in my head. It’s an interesting one, that’s for sure. Spoiler alert, if that matters…

It’s about Dexter, who is called a serial killer. He has a need to kill, but his adoptive father brought him up with ‘the code’, which means he can only kill those who may ‘deserve’ it. He kills other killers, basically, as a justification for his desire to kill (and torture, it appears). Dexter’s adoptive father, Harry, a Miami cop, recognized these urges in young Dex, and channeled them into hunting when he was younger. He taught Dexter how to blend into normal society and how to hide what he longs to do. When Dexter was a teenager, and a nurse was slowly killing Harry while under her care, Harry gave his first ‘permission’ for Dexter to kill another person. Because she was killing others, justifying it to herself as mercy killing. The show can be very nonchalant and whimsical, with Dexter narrating events of his life, both past and present. He’s presented as quirky (obviously), but also as someone who knows he cannot feel, even though he has to pretend to feel in getting through his life with those around him.

Dexter works for the Miami police, as a blood-spatter / forensics expert of sorts. This allows him, in some small way, to be around blood and death in a socially-acceptable way. It also allows his mind to think as it does… He thinks as the killers might think, in their planning, plotting, reacting, covering-up… And he often comes up with insights that the other police officers have missed. He also works with his sister, Deb. She is his sister through his adoption, and this tidbit often comes up, most so during the season finale. End introduction. Time for work.

Well, today is voting day here in Indiana. I have to find Door ‘L’ at the local high school. Back in the day, my high school didn’t have such names for the entrances. Of course, it was a bit smaller then too. But, I will go vote, after work. As much as I might like to be sometimes, if I don’t have to do something in the morning, I’m generally not going to. It’d be nice to be a morning person… I’m just not. And that is perfectly fine with me.

I also have to pick up the paperwork for my car hopefully this afternoon during lunchtime. If not, I’ll do it tomorrow. Soon, I’ll have a real license plate on it. Also, I’m looking forward to seeing what my gas mileage is. I still haven’t had to fill it up yet, but I will be doing that this week. Tonight’s dinner is this Creamy Lentil Salad of sorts. The lentils are in the fridge, cooling. D. is picking up some feta, tomatoes and pitas on his way home this afternoon. Chop, stir, season, and stuff. Nice and easy, and nice and light, for what is supposed to be a very warm day. Expected high to be 79 degrees… Yup, a bit on the warmish side, indeed.

Still, gets us both up and out of our chairs. Ugh… Wrong number, but still. We don’t know that before we get up, so we get a bit invigorated, let’s say… Sigh. Back to breathing…

Doing a bit of online research tonight, before we go out tomorrow afternoon and evening. Even though we’ve been sickish, it’s been a good week, overall. Sweet dreams…

One more note, on tissues. As I’ve been needing some while at work this week, I am glad that this current employer supplies tissues for its employees. My former employer did not… tissues were considered ‘personal items’, of which you had to supply your own. I found that absolutely ridiculous. I often found them absolutely ridiculous. They didn’t like supplying black pens either… Very weird.  At least there was toilet paper in the restrooms…

So, Hillary Clinton was next door to my new workplace yesterday. That was where she was speaking to a steelworkers union. Some people at work mentioned it, when they started directing traffic and we started getting lots of cars down our lil side street. I may have gone, as it would have interested me, but being my first week of work and all, I didn’t feel it proper to take off for such a time. Some others did walk over there… I’ll have to see what they thought of the event. In any case, I thought it nice that some of my co-workers were interested in it and the process. I’ll have to flesh some of them out further…

Last night, at about 10:00, I asked if we had any ice cream. There was just an ice cream commercial on TV (sucker for advertising that I am (not)), but it sounded really good for my scratchy and dry throat. Just one of those inklings that I get from time to time. He said no we didn’t, what flavor did I want? My sweet D. put his clothes back on and went out to get me some ice cream. “I’ll be back before The Daily Show is over.” And he was. I told him he didn’t have to go, and he said that was the point, that he didn’t have to…

I truly feel very blessed in having him in my life. In letting me love him, and in him loving me too. I am home, and there’s no where else I want to be. Thank you, my sweet D.