This is supposed to be a great weekend. We bought plants—too many, as usual, and we were going to spend the day doing something outdoors, at least getting a tomato or two into a pot. Trying to forget this weird week…

A friend of mine committed the ultimate act of pain the other day, she tried to take her life. Reached that tipping point of misery and the inability to cope. She is in the hospital. She survived. I hope she gets all the helps she needs.

Then the microwave oven just stopped. Died, no warning.

The parallel universe. Kitty is still not eating or drinking. She had a distance Reiki treatment in hopes some magic would take place and she would turn into her former self. Nothing changed except she lapped up a little egg yolk. I can’t tell you how much stress this causes us, it is so sad.

But, in the middle of it all, my husband, who has health issues but defiantly wanted to plant a flower or two in front of the house, collapsed. It took three people to get him into a chair. His legs didn’t work, and it is worse than before his brain shunt. Unable to stand. Getting ready for a trip to the hospital. Momentarily.

I’ve been on the phone with doctors and vets. I feel like the space I live in is on a massive earthquake fault. I am trying to keep my equilibrium for myself and the people around me. My son took Mellie back to the vet for however many days until I can see straight; I haven’t in years.

But don’t forget, my little Caramel is a warrior princess, my spirit guide. I get all my courage having observed her.