I feel tired. Too tired, but on the plus side of fatigue.
I find my self being short because I'm forgetting to separate people from the pain and lethargy.
I heard today, from one of my kids. He still thinks of me as a "great man". He just wanted to talk to me and tell me how much I'd meant to him and his life.
I was glad for him but really don't understand why he wanted to say this too me. What difference it made in his life to tell me this.
I'm only glad that he's alright and doing well.
He gave me some gossip and stories about some of the other kids. Nothing distressful in any major way, some small things but I accept that I build young men and women and part of that building means they learn to make their own decisions.
I'm only glad that their lives are such that decisions can be made and not thrust upon them.
It was busy at work.
What I liked was that so many people commented on my puppy. They all said they couldn't believe how big and beautiful she'd gotten.
Still having problems shaping her personality. Part of that's my living situation. It's good but it's not just her and I. Things get in the way and mess with her little mind. Nothing bad happens to her spirit. If it did I'd have no choice but to move even if there were no place for us to go.
We had five trick or treaters at home. My puppy and I greeted them all.
She was fascinated and the children all dressed up and making spooky noises at us. It pleased me and saddened me for all the obvious reasons.
I really wish we'd gotten more kids. I should have put out a jack o'lantern. The kids brightened my heart and made my puppy smile.
We sat outside for a while trying to will more kids to show up!