I was hoping I could go till close to noon till I had to hear the dog, but I had to hear it at 8:00. She had to hear from me too, though. She hasn’t had company yet, but she took off and left the dog in back. It’s barked twice already, and it’s taken me all I’ve got to restrain myself from doing something. I want to empty its water bucket… open the gate… bash its head… do something! I swear this sick bitch doesn’t know just how lucky she is we’re moving!

Meanwhile, I got the $4 royalty check, so the sweatshirt must be on its way. I hope it gets forwarded if it doesn’t arrive before we move. We’re going to see if I can open an account after the move.

A few people down in Arizona will be fuming up a storm if they haven’t already gotten my letter. I just hope God wouldn’t be so cruel as to have it misdelivered! I would have preferred them to care enough to send the money we need, but it feels good to have done something. I feel like I got to speak my mind in the end after so long of being insulted and angry at these assholes and having to be polite and silent about it. I finally “fought back,” even if I’d have preferred to give them more than just words. A lot more.