Patience and Hard Work

I've discovered the secret to life, love, and everything! No, just kidding. I haven't. There is no secret. Only patience and hard work.

Today I put air in my own tires, I fixed my broken chair, and I took out the trash. It's irritating that being single means becoming more manly. However, I've also been taking more time in the morning to primp. And I've started to bake more. It's comforting. So I guess I'm just getting better at taking care of myself. Fitz G is thrilled, as this means more walks for her, and more treats. By treating an animal really well, one can learn an immense amount about oneself. Today, for instance, I learned that the pillows on my bed, which I had always thought were for my head, are actually for Fitz G. She informed me via a full stretch out, that, in fact, her four cushions on the floor are not enough. She also has free reign of the entire bed. I gave in pretty quickly; she snores less when she has lots of space.


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