Been Awhile

I checked out my Blogger account today and found four half-written posts from the last two weeks, none of which I really care to finish. I'm just not feeling inspired, and that's just sometimes how it is.

But today I did feel inspired to finally catch up (at least partly) on my book blog. And I always feel like I need to advertise my updates on my regular blog if I want people to notice and to click over, and so I'm left with the dilemma of writing a completely inspirationless post on my regular blog in order to promote another blog of mine that not all that many people read.*

So. Topic.

My fallback plan is always my dog. I know not everyone loves my dog like I do, but I know some people at least kind of like him, so I'll talk about him anyway.

Okay, there was this one time that I had a really, really, really, really bad night. Really bad. And I was at home by myself and no one in my family was answering their phone, and I just needed to have someone there. And what I remember most from that night is that Jin sensed something was amiss and jumped up on my bed and just put his head up on my lap. It didn't make things better, but it helped, just a little, and it was really sweet. He'd never jumped on the bed uninvited before, and he's never done that since.

Until.

A couple weeks ago I was watching a television show and the episode I was watching ended with a really intense scene. As the scene was unfolding, I sat up straight on the edge of my couch, and I probably said something like "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!" and all of a sudden, there was Jin, right up there on the couch next to me, nudging me anxiously and insistently. I just started laughing because this was only the second time ever that he had sensed a really intense emotion from me and reacted in this way. Being a dog, he can't really tell the difference between real anxiety and television-induced anxiety, and I found it very funny.

Just like that. Except on my couch, at my own house, and without photograhic documentation.**

Then this morning, at the end of the season finale of this same television show, I must have been sending out the same intense emotional vibes because he did it again. It totally ruined the moment. But there's something sort of comforting about knowing that my dog is in tune with my emotions, and that if I was ever in any real danger, he'd probably perceive it.

His reaction might be to cuddle with me, which would do absolutely no good. But, you know, at least he'd notice...

Okay, I've fulfilled my blogging obligation so now I feel like I can shamelessly promote my most recent book blog entries. This is like the murder mystery edition. There's The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins, The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett (a book club read), and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson.


* And yeah, I know I always say that not many people read my book blog, and I also always say it's okay that no one reads it because I write it for my own sake. But obviously deep down inside I really must want more people to read it or I wouldn't keep making a fuss, so maybe I should just openly admit that it makes me really, really happy when people read my book blog.

** Scary things I've done in my life, #67: Post really awkward pictures of myself in public spaces.