So my nose is 100% percent better. And sleeping is allowing me to dream walk again. Oh, so much fun!
But my dreams lately are blurry. Or of living in our house in Yuba City and Jack living in the same house or trying to terrorize me. (Trauma maybe? I haven’t seen or heard from Jack in over a year now.) People tell me to move on, but my dreams are still haunted. David suggested visualizing a giant fire sword before I sleep. And in my dream, slice his head off. (I liked that idea). My other dreams lately are like world is falling apart and at war. (This was before the Trump assassination attempt.) I still wake up many mornings and am not able to know my location.
Our cats are great. Very healthy. Koa is a NOT a tabby/main coon mix. She is a tabby/Savannah mix. (Dear Lord, her energy drives us all crazy. Bubsy will almost sit on her with teeth on her neck to calm her down sometimes.) Bubsy is a tuxedo and well over 9 lbs. That is amazing considering we adopted him at 2.2 pounds. (And his health problems.) But I remember Blackjack being the runt of a litter and surviving and thriving for over 19 years.)
We are well. My brother gave us money. I put three bills on a credit card. We made rent this month. Not joking when I say even $100 would help us. (Food, cat litter, toilet paper.) I know everyone is tapped out, but please … help. We are trying to find a place to move to in US. But we are three months behind in Cobra payments. ($3,300).