one hundred and three

A very boring workday at home. I got some stuff done, but I just wanted to do Something Else all the time. The dog is bored, my feet are bare and I just want it to be tomorrow.

ninetytwo

I'm walking around barefoot and I was working up the courage to take detailed photos of scars and foot related oddity. She took it as an invite to cuddles.

fortyseven

Still just worried. About everything and nothing. Crap.

fortysix

It was a nice and staged portrait. But then he decided I needed a kiss. I probably do, so this photo seems appropriate.

Plans are being made and things are sorted out, yet I have this gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach, and I can't even tell what's wrong...

twentysix

After sunshine comes rain. Today is more about other things and other people.