Do you hear that horrible sound, the one giving you shivers? That’s me screaming because it is raining again. The day is grey and dismal. I want sun.

I need to go to the dump. After I changed the cat box yesterday, my trash hit its maximum level. The front and back seats are filled with boxes. The trunk has three or four trash bags and bags of newspapers. I’ve lost count.

My sister told me about a friend of hers whose dog could no longer wag its tail. They brought the dog to the vets where the diagnosis was a sprained tail. It seems the dog is so excited to have its family around all the time it is constantly wagging its tail. Overuse caused the sprain.

My sister in Colorado had snow yesterday. She said it was freezing.

I can’t get myself interested in much for too long. I play games on line, clean a little, nothing taxing, do laundry and water my plants, all mostly busy work. The day crawls from morning until night. I read in bed. Last night I read for nearly two hours. It was around three when I turned out my light. I woke up at nine.

When I was a kid, we lived in the project, on one side of a duplex. My best friend lived up the hill in another duplex, one we had lived in until my sister Sheila was born. My friend and I walked to and from school together until the ninth grade when she went to the local high school while I went to a Catholic high school two towns away. I never minded living in the project. We didn’t have much money, but I didn’t know that. I always figured we had more than enough. My parents were amazing. I always thought myself lucky to have them.

Hot dogs are my go to meal. My sisters make fun of me, but I don’t care. I really like hot dogs. Sometimes I even go crazy with wild abandon and add cheese. I’ve always been fearless.

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