It is 5am but I woke up at 3am. I had gone to bed super early, like 7 or 8pm.

Whiskey just went outside and Hardy followed and cuddled me and the dog.

I was rereading my blog around may: confused and confusing. 

I dont always write that interestingly. Or clearly ,especially. I also have bouts of paranoia about my demise. It is from having been tortured and having seen how bad the world can get. Yes, even in Canada.