Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Which is nice because I can't. Crying is a migraine trigger. Go fuck yourself, Universe.
It's been raining for days here. It stopped for a day or two to let us catch our breath, but it started again.
Kitten is feeling flummoxed. She goes out every morning for her yard time. When it was pouring, she checked the front door, the back door, and again to the front door to weigh her options. She would come back inside very damp but feeling better. On the really stormy nights when tornadoes were a risk, she crawled into bed with me.
On drizzling days, she barely hesitated. This cat needs her outdoor time.
Focusing on Nature helps me to grieve and put things into perspective. I'm just one tiny story out of 7+ billion on one rock among countless others.
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