20/20

Welcome to a whole new decade. Is it me, or does the state of affairs in this crazy world continue to feel more and more desperate and debauched?  I'm finishing a book this year.  You heard me:  finishing. And vowing to love with a little bit more intention.  Really feel that love muscle quiver and stretch.  Also, this dog.  This desperate little creature loves as though love is the door through which all good things come.  Food, walks, belly rubs, naps.  He knows a thing or two.