oh, finally a day off.

i can bury my dog.

i have bought some pansies for his plot. 

just need to get out into the garden and dig a few holes but somethings stops me, a weariness, a creeping lethargy tinged with a sadness i guess.

pan was probably the best friend i ever had.

he was loved by all. he was almost like the buddha but more like lao tzu.