Good Day.

Yesterday was actually a good day ( for once!) and I really needed it,too!

God gives you a good day before you die.

My hubby found the new book I wanted( shown here) I Am Ozzy by Ozzy Osbourne( I really miss the dude) and I didn't know he grew up with 5 siblings and they didn't even have any indoor toilet in the UK(if you can't believe it!) and he had dyslexia and ADHD and never learned to read or write well but it still never stopped him from becoming successful; we all have our own weaknessess and strengths. He was also married before Sharon and was a terrible hubby to his first wife,too, and cheated on her shamelessly,  beat her, and not to mention the addictions. I missed the news last night as well as it was pre-empted for redneck baseball (it's always getting bumped for stupid baseball, hockey, football, etc. and that crap should be on the sports channel where it belongs  and what's going on in the world- wars, natural disasters, etc. is waaaay more newsworthy of air time than who wins some stupid baseball game!) but I wasn't as mad as I'd normally be because I had my book to read. 

My cousin also got back home from the hospital later yesterday and tomorrow goes to the big hospital in the capital city tomorrow to see the specialists and get all the "fancy" tests and scans done but luckily he just lives on the outskirts.I do wonder though if there's some genetic blood-clotting thing, esp. since *I* also  bleed alot (after surgery, tooth extraction,birth,etc.)and clot alot, incl. huge clots the size of cantaloupe melons after birth and when I was prego with baby # 7 I had a  big bloodclot in-between the cervix and the placenta( that caused bleeding on and off for 10 weeks plus pre-term birth) they had no idea how it got there...

Beja was also good yesterday and he snuggled with me sitting outside and one time he even whimpered and told me he wanted  to come out  and sit up with me and I also "lured" him to come closer to me on the couch too by tossing him little nibs of shortbread in a sort of a trail that lead to me and he followed it and came over to me and eventually ate out of my hand and settled in his bed beside me and let me pet him. He was also playful with me and bopped up and down and yapped, wanting to play and wagged his tail, so I either just got "lucky" and had a good day with him or maybe he's finally coming "around?" I also wonder too if he can maybe "sense" the shift in my bipolar moods and maybe my scent even changes when I go from one "phase" to another and it unsettles him and that's maybe even why he's been distant recently? Maybe when the depressive stage passes and I go "manic" he'll be more "receptive" again? In any case yesterday was a good day and I enjoyed and was grateful for it.

One day at a time.

Just like survival.

She was done with life. She didn't fight to stay.-FriskyFerret83