Pomegranates and puppies

While today wasn't as insane as yesterday, it still left me exhausted. Part of that is due to my inability to know my own schedule, so when it occured to me as I was falling asleep last night that I may have my first 7:00 am craniofacial lecture this morning, I had no way to be sure, so I got up in time to get here. Of course, no class, so I spent an hour doing reading. Clinic, at least, wasn't as crazy as yesterday, although I did feel a little slow in the afternoon. Regardless, I tried to do some work afterward and just couldn't stay awake. After an impromptu ten-minute nap on my face, I called it quits and came home.

After eating something, I was - again - just feeling low. I spent a little time dozing on the couch, then decided to go get groceries. My exciting life, right? Well, I am excited to blend up some cantaloupe, like Susan did when I was at her place in July. Sweet stuff.

I got some pomegranates too. They're not that big. When I was five and my family was living in Scottsdale AZ, we had a pomegranate tree in our backyard, and they seemed huge to my clutching child hands. My mom or dad would cut one open, and (if I remember correctly) sugar the seeds a bit, and I'd spoon it out of there directly. I bought them more for nostalgia's sake tonight, but I'm looking forward to it, as if rediscovering the innocence of some youthful memory. Well, I am doing exactly that.

For some reason, I started feeling better after marinating a steak for tomorrow or the next day's dinner. Yay. Then I made some tea, which is also pretty nice.

I was looking at pet listings online in the whistful hope that I might be able to find one suitable to my lifestyle, and I ran across an account of watching the euthanization of dogs in a shelter, and I thought about Rocky, the miniature schnauzer we had when I was growing up. He was put to sleep four years ago, and in many ways he was a better friend than most of the friends I had then. Imagining his death, even though it was the best that could be done for him at the time, is kind of disturbing. That's what I'll be carrying to bed with me tonight.