Mid week…

Doing a bit of writing before Ms. Opal and I head off to do a therapy session with some Alzheimer patients. I hope everyone has a wonderful Wednesday and gets what they need to, accomplished. For the woman who yelled at me on my walk (way to early for a confrontation in my estimation) about how I should be ashamed for not rescuing dogs and how I’m contributing to the overpopulation of shelters…d…o your homework, breeders don’t fill them, irresponsible owners do. I have nothing against rescue animals but you don’t see me running around blaming her that breeders aren’t making money because she’s going to a shelter for her pet. I’m not generally a nice person anyway if you get up in my face, especially if you’re angry (I’m a firm believer in personal space), so consider yourself lucky this morning. That saying about how I will break off a level of crazy if you go after/try to hurt one of my dogs, is no lie, I was like that when I was much younger and I’m even more protective now. I don’t like people being threatening around them. Or me. *stepping off soapbox* This is a day for much sweet tea and meditation. And a lot of time spent back in 1827…hopefully no cell phones show up in the story this time. listening to 80s on 8.

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