I saw a white bum

• While at home Peg bolted after an animal for the first time and I found her in the middle of the road and it was incredibly distressing seeing her there and I will have nightmares about it for the rest of my days. It is concerning to me how much I love this dog. She is so good and so cute and KNOWS SO MUCH and has gotten into the habit of waking me up at 5am to come and nestle in my foetal position cavity which is at once incredibly sweet and comforting and really annoying.
• The next morning I was walking Peg and as we passed some hilly woodland that we often walk past, I saw a white bum jump in the trees. I thought it was a rabbit but quickly realised it’d have to be a pretty giant rabbit so I kept looking and it was a deer! I watched her for probably a minute while she walked through the woodland before she disappeared out of site. I had no idea we had any deer round here but have since found out that there are a few but it’s incredibly rare to ever see them. It felt so magical to find her there - incredibly special.
• I baked my first solo sourdough. A malt and spelt loaf. It turned out AMAZING, which I’m sure is a feat I’ll never achieve again.
• We watched another terrible film. This time it was Deep Water. I was promised a “trashy friday night thriller” and it massively underdelivered. The vast majority of the film was “simmering” (boring)rather than thrilling. Ana de Armas’ character was affected and detestable (presumably by design although there was nothing redeeming about anyone in this film to make that pay off), whilst Ben Affleck was giving me real Elon Musk vibes. The actual thriller stuff started 5 minutes from the end and was so spectacularly silly that it was funny rather than nerve-wracking. Would not recommend.
• I finished I Capture the Castle which I liked a lot. I then read Everyday is for the Thief by Teju Cole, which is a novel about a Nigerian doctor who returns home to Lagos for a visit after a long time living in New York. It wasn’t particularly plot driven, more an exploration of coming home, corruption, art, and family/friend relationships, and I thought it was good. I’m now finally getting round to reading The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki.