Random

~My emotional recovery is proceeding slowly but steadily. Spent the weekend doing laundry, watching “House of Cards” and sleeping. I've been very diligent about sleep. Doing a lot of 'five-by-five sleeping', that's 4 to 6 hours up, then 4 to 6 hours down, with a full 7 to 8 hours every couple of days.

When the body is subjected to extreme cold, it tends to pull its blood to the core to protect the vital organs. That is what I do emotionally when subjected to extreme stress, I pull myself inward so I can protect my vital functions. That means I more or less abandon some people, basically those who do not frequent my usual Internet haunts. In those latter locales I can at least toss you a 'like' or an emoticon.

I had been thinking about something like this post for a week now, but it wasn't until this morning that I got the umph to write at least this part of it...

Kitteh Nooz

~Roughly six weeks since Buckethead got his leg lopped off. He's gained weight and is a happy lil shit. Yesterday morning he was running around the house like a fucking maniac. Sometimes he pushes too hard and torques the thing. I tell him to be careful, that he's 'an old fuck with three legs'. I suspect he'll get the hang of it after a while.