My Dumbo ratty hurt his foot somehow. I noticed him limping around earlier. It seems to be his back right foot, though it looks fine when I looked at it. I don’t see any cuts or swelling or anything, but I’ll keep a close eye on him.

I was telling Tom the other day how much I wish we had a lanai like Tammy has where I could enjoy the outdoors when it was warm enough, but without the bees picking on me. What we might eventually do is wrap some screen around part of the patio and support posts, and then have one of those magnetic screen doors where the magnetized flaps close as you go through it. We don’t want to block the front door, of course, so we’re thinking we would go just beyond that on down to the bedroom. It’s nothing that’s in our immediate future, though, because we still have to deal with the roof this summer.

Still feeling rundown, sniffly and sneezy, so I’m taking breaks in between doing this and that. It’s easy to think you’ll be over a cold in just a few days when you’re fit and healthy, and then you remember that they do say they last 7-10 days for a reason. Well, I’m on day 4.

I did it. I wish Aly a happy birthday. She’s 36 now. I know I’m going to regret it. She’s just going to stop using the account for a few days and then change her handle if she doesn’t change handles right away. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I feel she even deserves to be wished a happy birthday by someone she hurt and pissed off like she did me. Like many who grew up as an only child, she is one of the most selfish, spoiled people I know. She treats shitty people well and shits on the good ones. But what’s done is done. If she doesn’t want to keep in touch every now and then, maybe it will at least spoil her birthday a little. Yes, we have the right to pick and choose our friends, as it should be, but in serving herself by dumping me, she really hurt me. If she’s not willing to do anything to make up for some of the hurt, the lies, the games, the anger… then maybe she oughta do a little suffering.

She doesn’t live with her girlfriend like I thought she did. She lives with a couple of gay guys. “Kinksters who take fitness seriously,” she describes them as. A part of me wants them to be her karma for dumping me just like she was my karma for dumping Andy, even if Andy kind of dumped me too, and tossed out on the street so she has to run back to Mommy and Daddy. Especially since Kim’s not going to dump her as long as Aly’s not willing to call her out on her own shit.

A bigger part of me wishes we could resume our friendship without the dishonesty and without being made to feel like she’s expecting too much of me, but I know this isn’t possible.