Current head space

Just to give you an idea of where I'm at right now: I have an appointment with my therapist, whom I've been seeing for the greater part of a fucking decade (what can I say? I believe in the process), on Thursday afternoon. However, I'm thinking of skipping it, using the child care I've already arranged, and getting a pedi instead.

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I also have about a dozen really cute Hollis things to share that are about to explode out of me. So, I'll leave you with this:

It's so fucking hot out in Texas right now that the only way I can get my son any vitamin D is by allowing him to play with the hose at his leisure. I know. We're also in a drought and have strict water covenants, but what can I say? It's either him and me or the state of Texas and I think we all know where I stand on that.

Behold...

He likes to water paving stones.



He likes to water plants.



He likes to wash away his impure image -- oh wait -- that's me.



He likes to water my feet.



He likes to water himself.



He likes to repose.



But mostly, he just makes me have sunshine inside. I don't know whether or not he likes this. But I do.

Update: I canceled. Will attempt a reschedule for next week before I head out to San Fran.