Timelies all!

Rain. Much rain.

Gud I'm glad your daughter physically okay. I can't imagine how scary everything still is but I hope in the psychiatric hospital they are able to help her and provide support and resources for you and your family and come up with a good plan for when she can leave the hospital.

Dear god, Gud, I'm glad she is mending but I hope you can find her the help she needs. all the ~ma in the world to her and your family.

Welp. Bad sinus pressure had me signing off to lie down at 2. I woke up at 6:30. And definitely in no shape to swim. Hoping for tomorrow. So tired of this.

I have adulated like a boss-like thing today.

• Got new windshield
  
• Sold two of Hubby's guns for an amount that more than made up for the windshield
  
• Put a lot of money into my checking account to cover the first month's payment when I sign my lease on Saturday
  
• Had a lovely Indian food lunch
  
• Came home and was going to sit for a while, but FauxSon said he was bringing the truck over for me to fill with junk, so I decided to see what was actually in the garage. FauxSon helped for two hours with sorting and tossing and assessing and realizing it's not as bad as we thought. He was startled at my willingness to toss rather than try to find a better home for some stuff, and he saw things that he wanted/could find a use for.

Now I'm tired and trying to decide what to do for dinner so that it doesn't end up 10 PM again and I realize I'm too hungry to go to bed with an empty stomach. Like last night.

While I was feeding Jo Jo and her kittens tonight I heard rustling in the big shrubbery bed where the latter are usually hiding out. All three kittens were accounted for and the big tom Smokey isn't shy about making himself known to me, so I wondered if the one survivor from the previous litter had decided to show up again, or if cats from another block were hanging out.

Nope. It was an opossum. I'm naming it Bitey.

I appreciate my local opossum, whose existence I verified last night. He cleans up the old cat food that the cats didn't finish, so it doesn't draw bugs or more unsavory visitors, and he keeps the yard clean of ticks. I shall name him Sneaky.

I saw a skunk walking down the sidewalk a few weeks ago. Cute! But then the dog decided to lunge at him so we got the hell out of there before it got uncute.

At least I feel a lot better about my neighbor and a worker in the restaurant next door seeing a "giant rat" in the alley. An opossum is a much likelier (and less worrying) explanation than an oversized sewer rat big enough to ward off the cat population.

She was transferred from the children's hospital to a psychiatric facility for a few days. Not sure how effective that will be, but there's not really any choice in the matter.

Well, counseling is to be expected in this situation, and I'm hoping it's helpful.

So glad she's physically fine.