She chose to spend the night in our room that last night. The next day, I shared my cheese with her during lunch. I share cheese with NOBODY. And then it was time for the last appointment. And I keep a bottle of her ashes on my shrine to Hekate.

When I refused to let people be near me, she came and put her head in my lap. When I felt worthless, she demanded I look at her. When I walked off in rage in the middle of a blizzard, she tracked me down and refused to go back without me.

I told her every secret except one. The day before her last vet appointment, I sat out on the front porch with her laying on me and told her that last secret.

Dogs were being pointed out and identified, rooms being pointed out and directions given... I asked where Angel was.

She was the one jumping on me and wagging her tail! Everything about her said, "You're my best friend I never met before! I'm so glad you came home!"

She was very protective of the farm and every creature who lived there. So when my sister-in-law was driving me across the country to go live on the farm, she warned me that I may need to be properly introduced to Angel.

We got there around 2am. I hadn't seen my husband in two days because he flew there. We had left my home to escape the trauma that had happened earlier in the year. I was exhausted.

And then he went to prison for something...I never got the whole story. Angel lived on an empty farm. The man who owned the farm would go by and leave food, but Angel didn't want to leave the farm. There were concerns when people moved in that she might not take well to them. Actually, she loved having a family on her farm again!

I've stayed away from social media for most of today after seeing the news going around. But now it's the end of the day, and I want to tell you all about Angel.

Angel was a pitbull who was rescued from someone who was considering a very wrong decision because they thought she would be too much trouble. The guy who rescued her put a lot of time and love into training her.

The day threw things at me with every step. I didn't get writing time. Next time...no warning! I'm not telling the day I intend to write!

I have to make some writing time today. I just have to. Taking care of so much other stuff that I have no time for myself is going to burn me out. I need the writing time.

Algae is growing in the tank, Sea Monkeys are mating... I'm so happy with how this is going!

https://youtube.com/shorts/3hNqqunf2HI?si=09-Qymj0mf0aTt_4

And I know the spell Ursula sang. It delighted my sister when she was little that I could sing that part.

"Beluga, Sevruga, come winds of the Caspian sea!
Larynx glossitis et max laryngitis, la voce to me!

Now...SING!"

I did eat lunch. Another problem popped up. A previous problem has been fixed. And let's just switch to happier things...

As Ariel exclaimed, "Look at this thing! Isn't it neat?"

My husband bought it for me because I've always loved Ursula's necklace! I waited 34 years for this! It has a chain of silver musical notes inside.

I didn't realize I was hyperfocusing on something to hold the week together. Then the thing went wrong. I'm going to stop crying and finally eat my lunch at some point. I'm just not there yet.

Your strength in one situation is your weakness in another situation. Today, being autistic is not my superpower. I just want to go home. Except that's where I am already.

My nephew is pissing off the whole house with his attitude of wanting all of the liberties and none of the responsibilities of adulthood. I have worked so hard not to become a repeat of my mother, but for a few minutes tonight all I could hear coming out of my mouth was her.

Might have pushed things too hard working outside yesterday. I can barely move today. This gives me time to just lay down and read!

Everything's been super busy around the house lately. I love that CoSo is still CoSo when I check in while taking a minute to breathe. 💜

I'm wondering what the statistics are on a sudden spike of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" being played today.

We talk about how beautiful the moon is when she reflects the sun's light. The more of his light, the more beautiful we say she is.

But sometimes she's had enough of that crap and takes over in the middle of his day!