I'll be posting again soon. Had a bad patch there. Couldn't breathe and
couldn't sleep because I couldn't breathe.
So I've been sleeping a lot since. And breathing too. It puts things in
perspective. I refuse to die before this assault on our country has
been turned back. The thing that quelled my panic about not being able
to draw a breath.
I thought, okay, you just get sick enough and then you die, but that's
when Raebert crawled into my lap, lay on his back, and wrapped a paw
gently around my neck. Not allowed to die.
So here I am. And thank all of you who expressed your concern. But
Raebert weighs more than all the comments. A hundred pounds more.