Another day...

 So another day is almost over with a new  one about to begin.  It is 12:54 here.  And once again I feel compelled to finish my day on the computer.  Had to make a stop over at PN and read all the new comments about Fats.  I have to compliment Alice on how well she is holding up.  I'm never that strong.  I'm learning a lot from her and she really inspires & impresses me.  I do so enjoy all her pictures. 

Poor Thelma is taking the loss of Louise very hard.  She won't hardly come out of her house.  When I was holding her tonight she would either just bury her head under my arm or struggle to get away.  I didn't want to stress her out any more than she already is so I just put her back in her home.  I did move her cage into a different room where there are more piggies so she can at least talk to them.  I feel so bad for her. 

I talked with one of my best friends tonight, CMM.  She always straightenes me out and keeps me laughing.  She understands me so well - I think we were twins in a different life.  I have some hard decisions to make in the next few months and she always knows just the right thing to say to me.  Her and her husband recently moved to a small town and they have deer in their yard.  She took one of her cats to the window to see the deer and the cat went crazy - tried to break the window to get at the deer.  WATCH CAT ON DUTY!  We were wondering if it were a full moon since her cat wigged out tonight and Nicky did last night.  Since the full moon is still several days away we decided they must have spring fever.  I know I do.

For about the last 13 years I've battled depression.  It all started when I was an Animal Control Officer - the dreaded dog catcher - and dealing with some difficult parts of that job and then when I lost my Dad I pretty much fell off the deep end.  I have finally weaned myself off my happy pills and actually feel pretty good.  But I sure cry easy now.  At just about anything and everything.  I've always been a crier but when I was on anti-Ds, for the most part, I was on a pretty even keal.  Not anymore.  All I do is cry now - maybe making up for all that time that I didn't cry unless it was something really bad.  Even movies that I've watched 100,000 times make me cry.  Tonight I watched The Black Stallion and bawled like a baby.  Go figure........

Well all the kids have been fed and put to bed - guess I better do the same.  Bless us - every one. Night