I want to get going with our errands but hubby is very slow today upstairs.

I pray off and on for Laurel's well being and safety, and request Buddha to teach me nonattachment with this cat so ungrateful.

I cannot wait to get out of the house and stop looking out for signs of Laurel. I am a worried wart.

We will go to the cafe this morning presumably like daily hubby does with dogs.

I spoke to mother today who sent me two emails in 12 hours. I finally read her words and hear them instead of judging them fake for no reason.

I take all my sensitivity and sensibility from her.

I recall circa 14 years old, God let me know my husband would treat me like I treated my mother as a teen. That scared me and I became nicer to mother.