The sun and Nina Simone were the cure. And also, an excellent day for more normal cigarettes (not bad average anyway). It will soon be 7H30pm and everyone except me, the cat and whiskey is in  Mundy. They are taking their time. Billy must be playing a lot: it is the busiest time to go for a play. A plane crosses the sky. Whiskey is very old now and refuses a couple of walks a day now. But he still goes for 2-3 walks at least. Usually three I think. 

Oh goodness gracious like Jennifer used to say: what a good evening it is! Crying while speaking to God and under the Sun was amazingly therapeutic. I felt heard and loved and blessed and super lucky. May this wisdom accompany me until the day I die. And beyond, if there is such a thing. Om mani peme hung Amen!