It's been a memorable day.
The World Series has been a thing of magnificence. Thrilling and poetic in it's display of determination.

I couldn't sleep well last night. In and out of death like slumber. Pain was bad. Two more of my teeth seem lose. They hurt but the idea of losing two more teeth really horrifies me.
The doctors don't care about it much, but I do.
I went to the clinic today and got the word that this is just a normal part of the treatment. I gather I should feel like I did last night MOST of the time. That I don't indicates . . . nothing, I guess.
Pain makes loneliness acute.
When we came back from the clinic my puppy started whining and leading me over to a corner of the lot where I work.
My puppy had found a 5 week old kitten. A gray tabby with a white rear leg, it appeared shocky and uncertain.
My puppy didn't touch it but danced around at it in a puppy welcome dance.
She was very concerned when I picked the little thing up and put it in a box. I shredded up some newspaper to get it warm, gave it some milk and some thinned out dog food.
Then I had to figure out what to do with it.
I took it to my puppy's vet. They're kind but they're a business. I'm dreading what I'll have to pay. What ever it is, I can't afford it, but it will be okay.
I couldn't let an animal die in the cold and alone. At least now it will know someone is trying to safe it. It will be warm on this storm rift night.
I'm getting fat, so there's plenty of things I want but don't need.
there's a terrible storm breaking here. It feels dark and wintry out there.
It makes me feel vulnerable, tired and old. It makes my puppy excited and playful. There might be a message there but I'm too sleepy to figure it out.

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