Disclaimer: I wanted to write, but I didn't want it to feel like "work". This is the result and is not my actual journal. Monday My dog went missing. We’ll be reunited in a couple of hours, but still. This was not the way this break was supposed to start. It’s a fucking mess. I have to pick him up at 9, which feels like eons away even though it’s later than when I usually wake up (7.15 as opposed to 6). I’m one-tracked mind as I focus on getting my dog back and less about the