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gratitude-a-thon day 422: when a moment is just the rightest

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Could there be a better pillow? This morning, Riley cuddled up to me, and plopped himself down in the little hollow close to my chest. He’s pretty affectionate, but he isn’t always the one to initiate a cuddle, so I wanted to freeze the moment, because it felt like a perfect sliver of time, like when you’re holding a sleeping baby, or kissing the love of your life after a long absence, or slipping into a warm bed when you are shivering to the bone. You breathe in deeply, you stop the clock, because you know it will be gone in a number of minutes, so you try to memorize it, add it to the section of your brain that still has some room, so you can pull it out when you need it, when it’s freezing in the middle of winter, and you think you’ll have to wear your comforter to go grocery shopping. Mmmmm, it was that kind of moment. That kind of perfect moment.

gratitude-a-thon day 273: a little healing here (i mean, if it’s not too much)

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Dear Whoever is in charge, (God, Lord, Allah, Krishna, Jehovah, Oprah, the Bread at Clear Flour Bakery)

I know you are busy. This is your job to be busy. And that typhoon in the Philippines, well you’ve got your work cut out for you. But I have a little something. And I couldn’t sleep last night because of it, so I thought I’d ask, because when I’m tired, well, you do not want to know about me when I’m tired.

It’s Riley, my dog, (which by the way is God backwards, just saying).

Anyway, you might think that a dog is not really worthy of your attention when the world is essentially going to hell in hand basket (did you know that this expression is from the Salem witch trial days, when people were beheaded because they were suspected witches, and their heads fell into baskets? Yes, true. But maybe your already knew that, being who you are, the CEO of this whole circus). So, my dog seems to have some sort of back problem. Yes, I know, this is more proof that I really may have, as I’ve always heavily considered, given birth to him, since I have had a bad back since I was 20. He squealed last night and then wouldn’t walk and then we got him to the vet and the vet found a part of his back that made him yowl. He gave us some anti-inflammatories and told us to see how it went for a few weeks before doing an mri. My stomach did a gymnastics floor event that mimiced one of those awesomely flexible and spirited Russian 11 year olds, who always wears her hair so tightly pulled back you think she’s had a bad facelift, and is crushed if she scores a 9.9.

I feel so sad and depressed about this. I have a million questions. But mostly, I cannot stand that my poor little guy is in pain. He couldn’t even get upstairs to go to sleep last night and camped out in the front hallway. Was it something I DID, like pull him away from something he was smelling too long? Did my bad genetics plague him? A mother always blames herself.

Anyway, I barely slept a wink last night. And I still have a nasty feeling in the center of my stomach. So, like, if you could maybe send a little healing light down here, like during your lunch break, or something. Just maybe one minute’s worth. Before you return your phone calls and take a bathroom break. You could even do it when you’re in the bathroom. Especially, if it turns out your a girl, because you know how long that line always is.

Ok, well thanks in advance. We’re going to take our doggy Advil now. Good luck with today’s to-do list, I know it’s really long.