if you say there's an angel at the center and you're centering is it make-believe. mister was in his bed between my slippers and the door waiting for me. i'm going to miss that. i know and am reminded he isn't my dog and never will be still it feels strange when he goes home. i care for him in the near distance. there's a rift at home. there's water under the bridge is out.
hilde ate some underwear, an unknown quantity. her teeth were chattering at the front door. we caused a sudden goose migration honking and flapping over our heads. lulu ate goose offerings. i saw many paw prints in the winged circle of my angel from yesterday. i think another dog was after us there in the center licking my angel. lulu had previously left her mark by licking the head, the belly, the groin and the circumference. it has been a hell of a week. i meltdown in crises.