Patchwork Puppy Blues

I'm lying in bed tonight with a bit of a stomach ache, a little bit of a headache and a bit more of a heartache.  A loss.  A ridiculous longing for a stuffed animal that went missing nearly two years ago.  Every time I get sick I look for it.  I keep thinking I must have missed a random corner here... perhaps I left it in Idyllwild... but every search is for naught.  I look every time I visit and so far no traces have been found.  I have no idea of what could have happened to my old comfort, it's not like it ever went out to the theatre or out clubbing to be forgotten in some dark corner or picked up by some shady character just hoping to sell a stuffed dog on ebay...

Oh dear old puppy, I had you when I was ever so small.  I had you whenever I was ill, I even had my mother fly you from California to my hospital bed in Ohio when I was scary-sick in college... You had the perfect place for my head on your cool back, and I could wrap my right arm around your head to rub your ear between my thumbs... such comfort and now, alas, whenever I am sick all I can think of is how you've vanished into the ether... now I am sick, and sad.   It's odd to feel so lonely for lack of an inanimate object.

Puppy come home! 

$325.

Once upon a time I lived in a two bedroom apartment all by myself. I could keep all of my work out of my bedroom and at the far end of the house. There was free heat and water and on sunny days the sunlight would stream in over my futon where I could nap between afternoon classes. The ceilings were quite high and the washer and dryer were free (although the basement they were in was rather creepy and gross)... I had a front and a back porch... all this for $325 a month.

Granted the down side of my apartment was that it was located in south west Ohio... Somedays while I am working in my bedroom and I find that all of my stuff is just all crammed together because there is no room to spread... and when I have to pay all of my utility bills and considerably more rent... I sigh a soft breath and miss my stupid Cincinnati apartment. Never again.