Let it be better

 Only 2 more days until the hate people go back to their holes and leave our horrible city.  Gross.  I will be disinfecting the streets with Lysol and Clorox.  I'll be glad when they're out.  They hate our city, why be here?

Well hoping for a productive day without any lurkers or anyone asking me why I seem off.  I'm like that everyday.  Conflicting messages are frustrating.  Speak up but when the indefensible gets excused, all I can do is go silent.  I don't know when I'll have that conversation but there will be opportunities where I could make a switch and I can be the one that does it, not someone else pushing me or making a suggestion.  I have grown weary of being the good natured one who takes it in stride and continually gets kicked.  It's not ok.  I have a right to say when it's not ok.  

Precious seems to be gelling back into her routine.  None of my other cats would have done well with Kringle.  It would be non stop growling.  Precious did it but there were times when they came nose to nose.  My niece's in laws would have watched him but because Kringle is so fast they worried he would make the great escape.  I didn't like the idea of having him boarded so he was more than welcome to Grey Gardens.  I tried to maybe sit in my chair near my bed when Precious would slink under to see I was close by and maybe she would come out.  My brother in-law got to hold her.  He does well with animals and she's such a shy sweetheart. I wished she would have come out more when Charlotte was here because she doesn't move fast like Kringle and I think Kringle's wildness worries little Charlotte.  Precious does her slow slink when she wants out of the room and away from people. I think I do the same.

I heard from Corinne.  She had been avoiding the news but saw Cheetolini with a sanitary pad on his ear.  Oh my that was a good laugh.  I said she wasn't missing anything and I've been sticking with game shows and real estate shows when the convention is on.  I don't want to watch the hate fest. 

Here's hoping for a quieter day. No lurkers, no problems.  A good day to the good humans.  It's tough out there.

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