Who cares if I skip a day. This can be such bullshit. Contrived and worth nothing. Filling the void. I am not good. This must be learned. I want to care but I do not. I care only for cats and kids. I care for Asia. I care for Neal. That is all. I care for animals but mostly for cats. I am not impressed with dogs like I used to be. I am like a cat. I am not like most women. Charmaine is not like most women. She is real. Only truth comes out of her mouth. She is like Buddha. She is worth caring about. She is worth trusting and having as a friend. I have had time to make things pretty. The walls are not so white now. The cats have a new shelf to hide in. Behind Robert Louis Stevenson and Angela's Ashes. The sky has been overcast most days. The sun comes out only to set. It is prime for walking but I have not felt like it. I'd rather stay in with the cats. If I want to go out I can go out back and socialize with the strays. They've taken quite a liking to me. Preferring their backs scratched to food and water. Cats adore me. I adore cats. They are quite wondrous creatures and the centers of their universe. Meow. I would like one more bookshelf. Ceiling to floor up against that huge empty wall. I do not like empty. It is white. It is plain. I still have books that need to be shelved and some I have not yet acquired. My DNA is all over the place. My bloody toes to my runny nose this place is quite the forensic lab.
            I must keep better track of the moon. If it is in Sagittarius now, that would explain the past few days prior to its transition there. Moon in Scorpio is such a bloody mess. Would I expect any less? Gray lizards abounding. Go to hell if you don't like it or better yet, heaven is the place for you. No gray lizards there. No Charles Manson, no Sylvia Plath, no me. Just those superficial Gemini and their foolish counterparts. Go away, up and away, far from here, you devil.

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly~ Ellen Wheeler Wilcox