The good news is that last night I did not dream about having the tip of my middle finger twisted off by a unicorn (unlike the night before). I don't think I often dream of unicorns, tho I would like to.
Today is so far about softly connecting. Lots of gentle hugs to those who are in need of them. I love the internet for helping me stay in touch - with a friend I've not "spoken" to in aeons and country of residence I'm not even sure of. With nearer beloved friends who are grieving. With each of the communities that I'm part of in real life as well as virtually. I'm still amazed by the outpouring of support following my facebook post saying I'd finally succeeded in sorting things out with Virgin. Maybe I should post there more often when I feel the need for support and not just the times I want to celebrate my successes?
Now on my way in to work I have to go and buy a replacement for that which is lost (dog tag) before an actual loss of the dog. I also have to purchase two lots of cake, neither of which is for me. I shall be on the look out for unicorns.
My daughter is more logical than I am. I spent a few fruitless minutes attempting to get the dog tag onto his collar, but she came home and took the collar off to attempt (successfully) the task without having to contend with the wriggly beast at the same time...
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