BJG is on the loo of course. He will go grade today. I am delighting in the lack of pain almost total in my leg. Thank god we never raised kids, only dogs. It was way more appropriate for BOTH our respective mental health. I am at last never crazy angry for Gods purpose anymore, so Billy is totally spoiled. And Whiskey is an old old soul. Very much more mystical than me I hear for real. Tummo is a great great aunt of Brian. The one who gave him the dog statue maybe. I love her dearly and she has protected me in my mind against the crazy violence in this house with hubby. Imagination, people, is God sent and a balm on reality. But turly, with faith, it is GLORIOUSLY guiding for mystical encounters with the great great aunt of Brian as an alien in her own ways, spying on earth too, like all three of them.