Day 8: The dumb bells at the fitness center I visit at work.
Day 9: V-day rehearsals — "My momma probably wouldn't like me kissing girls either!"
Day 10: Zero motivation to go out and shoot anything, so I lucked out on my first frame of the household furbabies. This is Popsicle, rescued as a kitten when he curled up on our doorstep to die during a snowstorm.
Day 11: Paxil is in poor shape, and the puppy is pooped after our morning run.
Day 12: In the more than two years I've lived here, Crowley and I have never gotten along. But he curled up next to me for the duration of a movie while everyone else was out of the house. I was scared to move.
Day 13: Unedited floral arrangement from the first-floor restroom in my office building.
Day 14: Looking down the street just before sunrise.