Lady Blisterheel is out on her runs again, this time back in her running sandals and without a single foot problem. Yet : )
J is also talking about the dog encounters. He is comparing his stick to my pepper spray in his blog. I say I win. My stick sprays fire : )
Out on our run, we were passed along the road by a car containing a lady and her dog. A mile or so up, the car was pulled over and parked and the lady nowhere to be seen. I figured she was walking her dog, but we rounded the car to find her sitting in the grass. She said she was having church. That’s nice, that someone else gets out in the middle of the country and appreciates the evening. We’re not the only unusual creatures here! But we come with 100% less Jesus, so we’re less acceptable unusual creatures.
Last night, I was trying to cobble together my article on gifts for cat lovers. I looked through my photo source site for maybe an hour, trying to find a photo to fit a specific need. What I found was that some people take a thousand pictures a day of their cats and post them all. We maybe don’t need to see EVERY picture you’ve ever taken of your cat.
The night of J’s Being Out of Body post, I also sensed something in the room with us. I laid down and we got all situated and as I began to relax, something darker than the complete blackness around me streaked past my head and made me jump. I thought it was probably one of those things I’ve heard discussed and wondered if it was a bad one or not, but it wasn’t doing anything else, so I fell asleep.
My mind has far more important things to worry about than Actual Fears. It has an endless list of possible Things That Could Happen that it runs through at night. It particularly likes to kill off people close to me. Or plan horrible events and make me rehearse what I’ll do to ward them off. I thought I’d beaten this once. Now I am back to nightly war with my lower self.