Minus One.

This morning when I got up it was -1 C out.

Yes, you read that right: minus one C.

I barely had any hot water for my bath and my suspicion is that when we had the new hot water tank installed they didn't put the temp high enough to really get HOT water(it was barely even lukewarm) so I 'm going to see if my hubby can figure out a way to crank it up higher, esp. as the air temps are getting colder now.

Last night the 31 YR old and his GF also went to a "haunted" house and normally when he goes out I tell him, Have fun! but not in this case, celebrating the occult, so I just said, Be safe. Hopefully now he's back with his GF he'll be spending more time with her either  going out or at her place and soon find a job and won't be home as much so I can get Beja back again (he's a dognapper!)and yesterday it was the usual and I told him, Now you have your GF back you can leave my dog alone!

Beja really should be nicer to me,too, because I'm the one that feeds him!

Yesterday I also went to a store as I haven't been out in months( this is only the 4th time I've been out since Buddy died almost 7 months ago, and it felt good to get out, to which my hubby scoffed, That's your own fault! as always never supportive or sympathetic or understanding) and I got a bunch of stuff I needed as well as a bunch of new Christmas ornaments for the tree ( shown here)  and a couple of calendars(yes, I'm one of those people that still uses wall calendars) for next year for the kitchen and livingroom; a tropical beach one and a Dachshund one. I wanted either a Chihuahua or a Dachshund, whichever I could find and the Dachshund won and I'm glad as it reminds me of Buddy.

We also got food at McDonald's  and for some reason my hubby still insists on getting a child's Happy Meal for the youngest even though he's 18, maybe because it's cheaper (knowing him!) and this time it came with a Satan's Day (Halloween) bucket and stickers, which I just threw out and put the food into another bag, not allowing anything occult into my house, and my hubby tried to "justify" the evil day( like celebrating Satan's birthday) as a so-called "Christian" holiday  just because he likes it, but you can't choose both  God and  Satan, and I was also surprised but happy to see when I got back home( and I was only gone for an hour and I felt really sweaty and "faint") Beja ran to the door, excited to see me, jumping like a Mexican Jumping Bean, tail wagging, squeaking, and he even "piddled" and "dribbled" a bit,  and rolled over onto his back for a belly rub,even though the 31 YR old was still at home!

 It was nice to see that he still cared and missed me as since he's gone off with him I really didn't think he would even notice. I'm also glad to see he now seems over that phase where he'd yelp and run away when he's touched but he still refuses to eat dog food( just our food) and has lost weight. I even try all different kinds but he just won't eat it. Maybe he thinks it's "beneath" him?😄I also wonder if the reason God is prolonging my life despite my repeated efforts to end it is He's waiting for me to go to the Foreigner concert this week, the last thing left on my Bucket List (and since I did spend over 100$ on the ticket, afterall) and hopefully then He'll finally set me free?

Something inside me grew still. My heart didn’t break — it had already been shattered in quieter ways over the past year.-Sometimes on Quora