“I’m sick and tired of books like this encouraging dogs to use drugs. You know what drugs dogs should get high on? Life. Walkies. Snecks.
And that’s all.
Yesterday I was walking with my brother, and we saw this dog on a balcony way, way up above where we were walking, and the dog was prancing around, throwing a toy up in the air and chasing it. My brother said, “I hope that this year I’ll be as happy as that dog.” And I said, “Good luck, NOBODY is going to be as happy as that dog.”
We went for a Beer Walk yesterday. This is a thing I started doing for my birthdays in the COVID era (which, for me, continues…) when I couldn’t do a bash with other people and in bars and so on. Basically, I set a walking path, put some beers in a backpack, and hit the road.
On my birthday this year, I walked just over 20 miles. And it was fun! I liked it.
Yesterday, me and my brother walked about 9 miles, then I did another 6 solo because I was feeling emo, I guess. Feeling my age, feeling unoptimistic about the coming year being much different.
I DID start the year eating Wendy’s and drinking champagne while walking on a trail, so that was pretty fun, I guess. Or maybe set the tone for 2023, although I’m not sure if it set a good tone or a bad one. Maybe it should just be enough that it’s an accurate one. Maybe that’s what I should aim for: accuracy. I’m a mix of trash and less-trash, champagne and Double Stacks, and there’s no reason to think that’s changing in 2023.
Happy New Year?”