I have no one to blame but myself… and the government. Mostly the government.

Summer is coming… maybe.

Laughter is the best medicine. Maybe.

Boredom and isolation do not make good friends.

Is this the start of the zombie apocalypse we’ve all worried about?!

Humans cry. Dogs bark. Ice cream drips.

A simple question about the dog park has devolved into complete thought chaos. Plus, I have a pretzel.

Just when I think I can close my eyes at night, Lola starts a terrifying conversation.