Goodbye to the Year of the Dog

Six months is long enough to almost forget what it's like to be the real me. But who is the real me, if this is reality? The real me didn't seem to know any limits, physically or mentally.

You don't normally think too much about the fact that you don't have to think about doing things. When you need to go grocery shopping, you just hop in the car and go do your shopping. When you need to eat, you just chomp away and enjoy your food. When you want to read something, you read. There's no thought or effort involved. When you need to work, you do it. When your friends want to hang out, you go enjoy.

I had a difficult time imagining how I would handle work and kids in the future, but that's a sort of easy difficulty, where you're still capable of handling it both physically and mentally. How can I think about these things when I can't even take care of myself? (Unless someone is willing to date me while I'm in my pajamas in bed....)

If you had an illness that might make you unable to care for your children, would you still have children?

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Goodbye to the year of the dog. Hopefully it's a good thing. This year of the dog was supposed to be a bad year for dragons. I guess dogs and dragons are on opposite sides of the twelve year cycle. How well do dragons and pigs get along?