9:21 A.M. Still trying to talk myself into taking my dog for a walk. This requires getting myself out of the sweats and into jeans which takes a whole new level of psychology that I am not equipped to deal with.

The main road near our house has so many cars and so many lanes that I feel like Frogger as I’m trying to get across it. Jack doesn’t know any better so I always put him on the side where the most traffic is coming from. Somehow, I’ve convinced myself that driving over one living speed bump might encourage them to stop before they hit the second living speed bump.