Belly of the Whale

Widge got arrested yesterday. For those who don't know, he is my nine-year-old chocolate lab. My god, he was so forlorn looking. He was taken down to Animal Control; I had to pay forty bucks to get him out.
He was terrified--he's never been to the pound. He still hasn't recovered. At dinner he hardly begged at all, so sad.

Perhaps I should say that life ROCKS right now. Everything is great-climbing, reading, writing--everything feels natural and preordained. My animosity toward some friends around me has passed--mostly. I feel as though things are taking their prescribed course.

"Truth can only be experienced."
-H. Hesse