I guess this guy hanging out under the coffee table is pretty cute too. My little border collie baby Scout and his uneven socks. What a cutie.
Man oh man, these late night hours make me feel oh so vulnerable, day in, day out.
The late hours of the night that have a very funny way of turning the good feelings into bad. And the confidence you had in yourself when the sun was shining into feelings of helplessness and anxiety, making you think about every possible thing that’s wrong in your life. The midnight mid-life, crisis.