Up before sunrise, scraping ice off the windshield, I felt like it was winter, not fall. Off to treat myself to my favorite breakfast for the first time in a few months, the Farmers Sizzle at Fat City Cafe. Few patrons, the waitress dressed in a Halloween costume, strange "scary" music playing, dark and foggy outside, almost a surreal breakfast.
If all goes well, the day will break down this way: a morning of reading student scripts; an afternoon of writing on both front-burner projects; an evening of studying music theory. We'll see how it goes.
Sketch recovered quickly with the vet's medicine, which I'm still administering. Great to see his old self back, eager to play tug of war at any moment, day or night.
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