Our magnificent heat is being interrupted by some whacked-out jet stream, bringing us 35 mph steady winds. I went outside for my morning sun sit and came in looking like a groupie for an 80s hair band. Note to self: tie hair back.
E has sent me emails with all the links I need for Clammr. I really need to stop being so distracted and get to work on that. Create the content so I can just upload it on a schedule. And I need to investigate Soundcloud and see if there are benefits to sending traffic there instead of my site.
I think Boomer has come into her own here. She has started running around like a cat possessed at odd times of the day. At first we thought someone was chasing her, but no, she was just bolting from point to point for no apparent reason. If I call her, she will bolt to me and jump up on me with gusto. the other day I had to get up and she was on my lap, so I picked her up in a ball and put her next to Doc's lap. And when I came back, she was still there! It was the first quality time they had spent together since they met at the shelter. So, that is really encouraging.
I finally told Doc about the . . . I guess we'll call her the Shadow Girl. He was fairly upset that the order of information flow was here, then Kelli, then him. But that's inconsequential. He asked the key question, was it me? There is a fair argument for that. After all, one of my voices is my mother's. We didn't talk about it for long, I pretty much shut down on him.
There's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, calling to me. And a freshly stuffed cigarette in the tin, patiently waiting. If I go take my meds, I can, with a clear conscience, treat myself to the first two.