I'm sitting on my porch, and i think i just heard gunshots. I'm beginning to think they're fireworks because if it were gunshots, whoever they were gunning down would be dead already.
it's one thirty in the morning, so i am guessing some teenagers are enjoying their summer. after all, it's sunday and any normal killers would be sleeping at this hour.
i'm sitting here enjoying what i thought would be quiet, but now theres a train to add to the distant banging and booming, and i have not much to discuss. i'm still locked in my head a lot, and i'm having trouble getting it down through my fingers... all the things i'm thinking and feeling.
lando, the token black cat has gone to live with my in laws. he didn't like any litter box we offered; he enjoyed going around it and right in front of the shower instead. i'm happy to report he is enjoying his new home and new litter box.
i guess i'm saved from being the crazy cat lady with a crazy cat husband. that is, at least, some peace of mind.
