if you're angry and you know it, clap your hands

Been away from the blog for a few days cuz I ain't got nothing to say except that I've been struggling with anger.

Anger and plagiarism, that is. An article. On that subject.

It's a beast right now, which means I am the proud owner of two beasts, one black, one red.

On Wednesday I took a vacation day. I took Belly up to Comlara Park/Evergreen Lake and she was SUCH A GOOD GIRL she nearly broke my heart. I know I probably say that a lot, that I express too much surprise when she's so good, but damn, she was a handful up until she was 3. But now she's my good good girl. She ran off leash, poked around in the woods for scurrying things, went swim-swim-swimmin', and always checked back in with me when she got too far ahead. We came home and both took naps. Then I spent the afternoon reading To Kill a Mockingbird, which I haven't read since high school. My motives for picking it up were less than pure: I had nothing in the house on the queue (great Scrabble word) and I was waiting for Amazon to deliver my copy of Lori Lansens' The Girls, a novel told from the perspectives of conjoined twins. Something I could very easily become mildly obsessed with. So I picked up the Mockingbird and haven't put it down since, even though my Amazon package arrived the next day.

Question of the weekend as I pack for Florida: will I have enough clean underwear to last me 9 days?