I slept last night. I got up about 10:30 this morning and went into the living room and slept sitting up on the sofa until 1:30. I think I can no longer consider myself manic. It will, however, mess with my sleeping to get up so late. I won’t be tired at bedtime. I might stay up all night just to get my sleep back on track. I don’t know. It will depend how I feel in 12 hours.
Hamlet the kitty passed last night. He was a good kitty. He was also elderly and sickly, so he is at peace now. It makes me cry. I tried so hard not to get attached to him, after all I have 2 of my own. Three days ago I held him in my lap and petted him. He barely purred but whenever I stopped he reached out for more. For the last 2 days, he has laid on the kitchen floor, not eating or drinking. Every time I went past him, I’d stop and pet him for a second. This is not a surprise but I feel it as a loss.
I have been reading about the immigrant families that have been separated, and watching The Zookeeper’s Wife. They feel like the same thing to me. One story told in two different ways. There is some difference between them, but the underlying feeling is the same. I have my representatives’ phone numbers and I vote. I don’t know what else to do.
My heart is actually with the homeless. I have read about the Stewpot downtown Dallas and they are doing a lot of things I think are valuable. Things that are within my vision of what I would want to do. I should volunteer down there but I am not able to commit a lot of time with my unpredictable work schedule. I hear from a friend that “it’s not a place for a lady” but I don’t think I’m that much of a lady. A woman for sure but more like a tough old broad. Not a ballbuster though. Still, all those children separated from their families breaks my heart. But how can I worry about them when we can’t even take care of our own?