Morning is coming to Las Vegas Valley. I don’t know how many hit and runs happened last night — it’s either that or a motorcycle accident. The news won’t be on for a few minutes yet.
That is a precious little kitteh face.
I’m still depressed, but hopefully, I’ll improve during the day.
My pills were supposed to be here yesterday, but they haven’t come, so I just emailed UPS about it. I didn’t even get an email that said it had been delivered, so it’s probably still on the truck. *sigh*
Lot of hit and runs here, but with deer. Females are in heat, and the males just wanna do what comes naturally. I dread driving because seeing those does with their broken necks on the side of the road makes me want to cry.
I don’t see many bucks. The few I do see are usually headless. Some idiot finds them, saws off the head and takes it to a taxidermist so they can show it off to their friends like they caught it and it has so many points. It makes me sad. In summer and spring I see raccoons and possums.,
I’m depressed too. I think it’s this time of year. All the happy families and children. Yes I know I think of Tolstoy and his wonderful quote, but at nighttime the feeling of being alone washes over me like a raw wound and I wish I had a family. Then in the day,,I sigh and realize it’s all probably for the best. G-d in his infinite wisdom must know what’s best for me and I just have to deal with it. The good thing is I have my own bathroom and I can walk around in my birthday suit and no one will care,