day 1016

THAT felt...actually...good! Came home, note, NOT Toxichouse. Milk in the fridge, peace, mail in the mailbox, Stoney napping.....then...THEN...again, The Article removed from the fridge. I wasn't mad, but deeply hurt. Called It, left a message asking that It ask first, then remove-noting that I had hundreds of copies. It came home, indicated one of her peeps wanted to see it. Wow. For ONCE the useless one wasn't psychotic. Of course, if I wanted to cause a stink, I'd have gone the route of "don't touch my things," as Sybil does, but no. I was good. Alot to be said for doing the right thing. But wait...it gets better. She comes home, plays for me a voicemail Stoney's history teacher left. He wanted to note good things!!! Wow. Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!!!!! When I taught, as well as in my current capacity, I never was a "I only speak when it's bad news" person. Well done Stoney, well done History Teacher. But WAIT!!!!! Even better! Pret either took meds or became normal, texted me askin' wassup? I thought it was time to stick a fork in it based on her contact the other day. I just don't understand people. BUT WAAAAIIIT! THEN, Debbie texted me. Unfortunately, I was asleep. Great to have peeps. Even greatER to live like you guys do-go home after working and enjoy your surroundings, rather than fear/avoid them. This am? Rain. Good. Wanted to run, but after the half, could use a day off. So, hit the gym, elliped. Good. NOW I know how you normal people feel.