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Today is slightly more bearable than yesterday. I went to breakfast with my niece and sister, and we looked around in Berkeley. I bought an affordable fountain pen to try out for this month--it writes extremely well, and the ink is really nice. For twenty bucks, this is a great introduction to fountain pens. I'm thinking of using it not only for writing, but map-making.
My niece's dog is acting weird--she's been sleeping in the spot behind the couch that Harley does sometimes, so we figure she's wondering where Harley is.
Cuchulainn is very upset personally about Harley, seeing as his offerings were mostly the little bits of people-food I gave her (which were probably making her fat). Hound of Culann, after all.
And Harley showed up in my meditation last night. (She's been showing up since the night we put her to sleep, but I had the ancestors take her out.) She can see again, walk again, and she's not overweight. I managed to pet her for a few minutes before Stabbing Grief Pains took over. Also, she has her really bright stripey collar on--I was relieved to see she's still got it on, because right now the physical collar is still lying in her empty bed.
I am not surprised at all that Cuchulainn picked her up and went "JFKDSLANJKNDJABGA WHO'S A GOOD DOG?!" and he took her out to play for like, three hours.
As usual, the gods and ancestors are telling me obvious things like how I don't have to accept that she's in the Otherworld right away, and it's only been two days since she died, so of course I can't immediately spend all my meditations with her.
I updated my fanfiction and I'm working on the newest chapter of Moonflowers.
Thanks to watching Mad Max: Fury Road and being blown away by the awesome action and female characters, I decided to rewrite Moonflower's new chapter to include a car chase.
Right now I'm in my "work as much as possible to take my mind off of Harley" mode. It'll probably be a few weeks before I get out of it.
My niece's dog is acting weird--she's been sleeping in the spot behind the couch that Harley does sometimes, so we figure she's wondering where Harley is.
Cuchulainn is very upset personally about Harley, seeing as his offerings were mostly the little bits of people-food I gave her (which were probably making her fat). Hound of Culann, after all.
And Harley showed up in my meditation last night. (She's been showing up since the night we put her to sleep, but I had the ancestors take her out.) She can see again, walk again, and she's not overweight. I managed to pet her for a few minutes before Stabbing Grief Pains took over. Also, she has her really bright stripey collar on--I was relieved to see she's still got it on, because right now the physical collar is still lying in her empty bed.
I am not surprised at all that Cuchulainn picked her up and went "JFKDSLANJKNDJABGA WHO'S A GOOD DOG?!" and he took her out to play for like, three hours.
As usual, the gods and ancestors are telling me obvious things like how I don't have to accept that she's in the Otherworld right away, and it's only been two days since she died, so of course I can't immediately spend all my meditations with her.
I updated my fanfiction and I'm working on the newest chapter of Moonflowers.
Thanks to watching Mad Max: Fury Road and being blown away by the awesome action and female characters, I decided to rewrite Moonflower's new chapter to include a car chase.
Right now I'm in my "work as much as possible to take my mind off of Harley" mode. It'll probably be a few weeks before I get out of it.