I am sitting and drinking my second coffee of the morning. It is 8H30 and Laurel came back before 8am!!!!! He was fed and is now asleep on the scratch post.

There was a click that happened after he was hurt on the street and came home to rest: I think he realized home is pretty groovy and safe and resting.

I am no hero no boddhisssatva nor buddha though I have high aspirations to become one one day in eternity. My youth was dreadfulin that my parents,for absolutley no fault or reason of my own behaviour, never ever trusted me. They spied on me at 19 to see if I would take their car while they were away. My fist boyfriend I was 17 and had left home. I never drank nor smoked anything all my youth pre 17. I had excellent grades at school and I was an athelte all the time Ilived at their house...Their mistrust was so very deep and unfounded. The reality is though I did not party at all as a young teenager, I spoke of human love and universal love- I was always a free spirit. And that scared the shit out of them into mistrust. They are small time people. My mother, touchingly, told me she prayed during her pregnancies for exceptionally gifted and smart girls. They got me and sister but never trusted the wildest spirit and smarter one.