On New Year’s Day, feeling limp from not enough sleep yet determined to enjoy the unseasonably warm/sunny day with our furry animals. We stopped by two parks–but one was gated off and the other was in the process of being gated off as we pulled up, so the Boy just parked on the side of the road somewhere and we went for a quick walk in a field that was marked “no parking, trespassing, or dumping“. Eh…

There was definitely some dumping. But we picked it up! Responsible dog owners carry poop sacks stuffed into their coat pockets at all times. If it happens in public it’s ridiculously embarrassing to be without one.

New winter boots–as warm as Uggs but as waterproof as Hunters, and obnoxiously bright pink and yellow…very me. I almost went with silver, but I’m glad I didn’t. It’s nice to have warm feet while I tromp around the park with the rogs.

Managing a smile! Is this the warmest winter ever, or what? Yesterday it was sunny-ish for about 15 minutes so I beat it over to the dog park for a quick walk. Any day that isn’t pouring outside deserves my attention.

In “Girl on the Bridge”, Vanessa Paradis morphs from a depressed, suicidal girl with a limp bob and boring clothing…

…to a radiant waif with perfect skull-skimming hair and eyeliner and sparkly outfits aplenty in her new role as knife thrower’s assistant. Ah, French women! You do that waif thing so well!

I had a couple of weird anxiety days earlier this week, but luckily worked out of it. I had to severely trim down caffeine/sugar/Internet, and that seemed to help a lot. Easy does it.