Today was a sad day for me. This was the day Little Buddy died one year ago. He came to visit me in my dreams, though. At least I think it was him. How miserable it was to lose him, then, to add insult to injury, to have to go sit and hear about the poor, poor victim a few hours later.

The “stay vibes” are still holding. Right or wrong, I just hope we know what’s going on come New Year’s. This waiting and wondering certainly is getting old. I also hope I find out why I haven’t heard from Mary.

My ticket vibes are down so I haven’t been getting tickets. Tom has, though, against my better judgment, and sure enough, he’s been losing.