Driving back into the city tonight from the countryside was INSANE. The lightshow from the storm centered on the city was incredible. Luckily the rain held off until a mile from the house.

Party was fun. Sarah's friends, her sisters' friends, Joe's friends, family friends, Joe's band, good music, good food. That house and namely, that YARD is MADE for parties. Stuff for kids to play on, a couple dec/patios, covered sitting area with sunshades and a fireplace, multiple firepits...it is incredible. I see where Sarah gets her projectness from... she always blamed it on her dad, but now that he's gone, her mom is keeping it up. She finished a suite that makes you feel like you're in Cape Cod, wrap-around deck and a covered-detached screen porch. All that is missing is beach.

ita, my friend B has spasms to the point he can't swallow. He can breathe, just not swallow. It is some sort of internal allergic reaction.

I get a pain like that sometimes. horrible. I think it's an odd reaction to gas. Eventually I'll burp a few times and it will go,away. Hurts like a sonovabitch until then, though.

Our President often disappoints me. That speech reminds me of why I still have expectations of him sufficient that he CAN disappoint me.

Holy fucking christ, am I the patron saint of lost/abandoned animals?

So I've been out on my deck several times tonight. This last time, I hear a chain dragging and a dog is barking at me. There's some sort of pit-mix padlocked on a very short chain to my neoghbor's back stair rails. That dog wasn't there before. My neighbor is a doglover with a very pampered rottie named Baby. This is not her AT ALL. This dog is visibly thin from my deck.

I go down, she's friendly. Abjectly so. Her chain collar is wrapped in duct tape and tight tight tight. SIGH. All sorts of signs this is a dump. I give her a couple bowls of catfood (glad I saved the stuff Devi didn't finish?) and filled a bowl with water. I'm thanked with a slobbered up hand and whines whenever she sees me. Leave a note for the neighbor's back door since I don't have any contact info for her yet. I know people who do pit rescues in the area, so there is that.

I'm torn between glad I didn't go to bed and FUCK NOW I WON'T SLEEP WORRYING.

I'm not a dog person, no danger of my household expanding. But good lord.

I just found a firefly on my bed. I carried him outside and he just kept wandering around on my hand for a while before flying away. It's been nice to see more of those this year.

Some people get fireflies. I get lost cats and dumped pits.

Uhg, I just watched the dog go all defender when a black dude walked down the alley. Me? No response except begging for attention. He (I saw the evidence, it's a boy!) has had experiences, not good.

Pretty good with food, I could take it away, but if I put a hand on his back when eating, he growled and went tense.

Disclaimer: I was being fucking careful.

I have so much to do tomorrow, I need to go to bed, but now I'm all wired.

Scrappy, I would love a good belch. Gas is one of those stupid things that hurts like instanity and is trivial as all hell. Perfect choice.

This is positional, so I'm assuming it's not dire, and I just have to work out how to duplicate my reading position to sleep.

He can breathe, just not swallow. It is some sort of internal allergic reaction.

How does that even work? Did he eat something he can't tolerate? And he has to wait it out?

They've never pinpointed the trigger. Just that it is an allergic response, and yeah, he waits it out NOW. He's had hospital visits that don't do shit, so he skips them now and has us watching him closely in case we have to do a pen trache. He's had all sorts of scopes and whatnot, but..it's a localized internal allergic reaction and they can't figure out what does it.

Dog is looking abject. If I had a boltcutter, he'd be in my basement tonight.