Coyote at Scottie's former pee-stop on Pano
Had a wonderful evening and night last night with Tommy gone. Slept with the door open, cool air, and woke in time to follow an impulse, see the sunrise from a local spot that's high up above the valley. It has been a desire for many years, and since yesterday's was spectacular, and it'll be raining tomorrow, this seemed the best option. Driving down the street, though, I caught sight of a coyote, likely "the" coyote reported over the past few weeks. I stopped to observe. and snap a photo. At one point, he caught sight of a squirrel and ran after it. He was at Charlotte's house at the time, and that is where a rabbit happens to live. I was concerned at one point that it was the rabbit he was chasing, which would have sucked. We have ample squirrels to spare but only one rabbit. It got away, and the coyote eventually wandered off. By that point, the Sunrise had passed and not been as noteworthy as yesterday's or the coyote. Jen and I returned to the YMCA for "chair yoga" and circuit training. Both were crowded, both were hard after a week away, and both of us had been caught up in wandering thoughts about Scottie, as we found when we spoke of it afterwards. The squash soup was wonderful. We groomed lucky. Tommy returned from his trip a day earlier than expected, and we had a massive fight. I was furious; he was dismissive, pretty much indicating he didn't give a fuck about anything I said and that I (we) could do nothing about it. Once again, the tolerance I afford him costs me my sanity, and yet I know that tossing him out will derail his possible career options. Only, he has no gratitude at all. None. Just entitlement. He's awful. If I never saw him again, given that this is who he is, I would suffer much less than I do. I feel the binds once more, while being lowered into water.
⚖️179.2(-1.4) ❤️63(58-127)🩸125/79 👣 3,703/1.7mi (🙆♂️ 🏋️♂️)
Had a wonderful evening and night last night with Tommy gone. Slept with the door open, cool air, and woke in time to follow an impulse, see the sunrise from a local spot that's high up above the valley. It has been a desire for many years, and since yesterday's was spectacular, and it'll be raining tomorrow, this seemed the best option. Driving down the street, though, I caught sight of a coyote, likely "the" coyote reported over the past few weeks. I stopped to observe. and snap a photo. At one point, he caught sight of a squirrel and ran after it. He was at Charlotte's house at the time, and that is where a rabbit happens to live. I was concerned at one point that it was the rabbit he was chasing, which would have sucked. We have ample squirrels to spare but only one rabbit. It got away, and the coyote eventually wandered off. By that point, the Sunrise had passed and not been as noteworthy as yesterday's or the coyote. Jen and I returned to the YMCA for "chair yoga" and circuit training. Both were crowded, both were hard after a week away, and both of us had been caught up in wandering thoughts about Scottie, as we found when we spoke of it afterwards. The squash soup was wonderful. We groomed lucky. Tommy returned from his trip a day earlier than expected, and we had a massive fight. I was furious; he was dismissive, pretty much indicating he didn't give a fuck about anything I said and that I (we) could do nothing about it. Once again, the tolerance I afford him costs me my sanity, and yet I know that tossing him out will derail his possible career options. Only, he has no gratitude at all. None. Just entitlement. He's awful. If I never saw him again, given that this is who he is, I would suffer much less than I do. I feel the binds once more, while being lowered into water.
⚖️179.2(-1.4) ❤️63(58-127)🩸125/79 👣 3,703/1.7mi (🙆♂️ 🏋️♂️)