17 degrees here. But it will be in the forties later... allegedly.
Someone in California messaged me with a screenshot of images of a dog that may very well be my missing dog, so that has me a little more fucked-up than my usual state of fucked-up-ed-ness. Losing her was really painful, and the thought that she is still somehow still out there wandering and surviving in that shitty environment is going to take a toll on me. She was a rugged little shit, so I don't think she'd have any problem with coyotes, at least not one-on-one. But whoever spotted her made a comment about the dog possibly having puppies recently. The dog in the photo doesn't appear to be carrying milk, so I don't know what that means. And my pooch was fixed. Anyway, I'll fixate on that situation for most of the day.
I have nothing else. Still can't find a job. Still can't convince anyone to use my pothole site. Still clinging to my barely useful bit of sanity.
