besides doing ridiculous, indulgent things like eating burritos in my jacuzzi while watching the sun set (which happened today), is coming home at two in the morning to my dog. she waits up for me every night, and when i come in she greets me at the stairs, guilts me into a five minute petting sesh, and then follows excitedly to my room where she jumps on my bed, and waits patiently as i get ready to go to sleep. then she guilts me into another cuddle sesh, and falls asleep curled up on my comforter against my legs.
currently, i am sitting cross-legged on my bed, too hyped up on coffee to go to sleep just yet, and she is lying against my folded legs, hogging most of the bed. soon, i will want to stretch out my legs as i lie down to think myself into slumber, and she will give me an annoyed look as i push her selfish form to the side.
i find comfort in little routines like this. finding and creating patterns within the dysfunction and disarray of life and my surroundings keeps me sane. it’s the same way that my ultimate life goal is to eventually settle down in some beautiful wilderness in washington and just be. yeesh.
