This isn’t my dog,
I don’t have a dog,
never really been,
a dog person.
ok, that sounds weird, I like dogs, they are sweet, they are fun, they, apparently, help you to live longer.
I just saw this dog,
I am calling him Fergus, to me, he looks like a Fergus
on Facebook,
and thought,
Fergus looks,
like I feel.
I feel not myself,
odd,
a little,
off.
I feel like,
I don’t know,
much.
It’s beautiful and sunny,
and then cold af,
windy and rainy,
this is how my emotions,
are right now,
my confidence,
vacillating,
back and forth.
I mean,
I am thrilled to be,
moving,
into,
a beautiful apartment,
that I can afford,
in my neighbourhood,
a better part of it,
with my friends,
as neighbours,
and some days,
I am so sad,
filled with fatigue,
and then the hope,
helped by sunshine,
beams again.
I don’t sleep well,
it affects my thoughts,
my dreams.
Georgie is acting weird,
well, weirder than usual.
He too,
is feeling ,
Fergus.
It’s as if he is saying,
Fergus, not Georgie,
is it ok to come out?
Am I welcome,
out among you?
Are things ever,
going to be ‘normal’ again?
I think we are all tired,
we are all weary,
we can all use a good cry,
followed by a face licking by Fergus.
Happy Spring,
Good Holy week,
hang in there,
soon, the vaccines,
for us younger folks(wink),
Stay safe, stay warm
Later girls,
BB
