I'm sitting here smashing ants which, for some reason, are running across the computer desk, trying to decide how to begin. Whenever I write in my journal, I always feel like I'm writing to someone, even though it's unlikely anyone will read it in my lifetime. Here, I have a place to write things that are meant to be read. I think if I leave all the dead ants here on the desk, the un-dead ones will see them and stay away.
There are lot's of things I could say, but there will be plenty of other posts. This photo of Lucy after having eaten paint just about sums up my life right now.
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