It's been a weird few days. I was up at 2 am today and can't back to sleep.
First of all, I'm thinking about Cutz and her baby adventure.
Second? My elderly neighbor, Mrs. C. came over yesterday.
And not for a friendly little visit, either. Oh, no.
She's becoming a little off-kilter and thinks people in the neighborhood are spying on her.
There's about an hour and half (yes. and hour and a half.) of this nonsensical conversation that I'm leaving out, but please know that it was bad enough that I had to overeat and take a nap after she left.
And then I woke up and sucked my thumb and rocked back and forth under my divorce desk.
Because it's just disturbing to hear an 85 year old woman use the "F" word. Over and over. In my house when I'm still in my jammies with bed-head and morning breath.
Third: On Saturday one of the great loves of my life died unexpectedly:
Our neighbor dog, Gracie Mae, the Shepherd-Collie mix.
We loved her like crazy. She was a remarkable girl....smart, protective. Her nickname was "The Sheriff" because Girlfriend was in charge and not to be messed with.
We were lucky to know her, but she wasn't here long enough. She brought so much joy to our family...we loved taking care of her when our neighbors, Pam and Jeff, went out of town. She was a world-class snuggler and when I'd stay over night, she'd spoon with me all night long. I can't even say that much about Zuddy.
I don't know what else to say. And I cry every time I think about her. Her sister, Nikita, is very sad. She's been howling with sadness. It breaks my heart.