Here we go again!

Hi old friends! 

As many of you know, I've blogged before. Technically I've been blogging for like 20 years. But never consistently. Which is odd, because I tend to do a lot of things consistently. Just not blogging apparently.

Anyway, today I was cleaning my house. Naturally, vacuuming was part of that chore. And along with vacuuming the floors and furniture, I decided to vacuum the dog. Ya know, just to get the soon-to-be-shed hairs that were ready to find their way onto my freshly vacuumed couch. I've done this to Josie (my dog) many times and I find it very charming that she doesn't seem to mind being vacuumed. I'd mind! She doesn't. She's sweeter than me in general though. 

Okay, with a name like "Vacuuming the Dog" what could this blog possibly be actually about? 

It'll likely be random to be completely honest.

In the past I've written about love addiction. So that'll pop up, I'm sure.

I've also written about spirituality, which'll no doubt make an appearance.

I've written creative fiction and I'll definitely be bringing that back to life (it's still got a pulse, I've just been quiet on the internet). 

Hmmm...I'll also probably write about grief and traveling and how I'm learning to focus on the things that matter and ignore the things that don't. 

I guess it's just a meandering blog about strange things that tend to feel quite normal, like vacuuming the dog.

Cheers,

JJ

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