CAVU 2

So, I'm stoned again. A couple of months ago a guy from the park hooked me up with some weed. (Horribly expensive, and nothing to write home about.) That first night I had the absolute best sleep I'd had in over five years. I even went a couple of nights without my meds, and it didn't absolutely suck. And my sleep had continued sound until a couple of nights ago.

Nothing has changed. The nights have been chilly, but I've had to have the heater on cause my Dad gets cold easy. Maybe it was too warm. I don't know. A couple of nights ago, it was kinda warm, so I turned my little fan back on. Woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold. The next night it was pretty cool, so no fan. Woke up soaked in cold sweat. Last night it was chillier, so I threw another blanket on my bed. Woke up hot and covered in sweat. This hadn't happened in quite a while, the night sweats, and I'm not happy by its return.

Six years of exile to celebrate in thirty days. Nothing has changed. I can't move to PA, or anywhere else. I'm stuck here. Have I tried to get to like the place?? Nope. I disliked it before moving here. One thing I have done, completely by accident, is to acquire a small circle of influence. I don't think I can call any of them "friend," but they're more than mere acquaintances. I even trust some of these people, and I do care for them. These are my dog-park pack.

When I started going to the dog park there were few people using the facilities. The population increased as the summer wore on, then dropped to almost nothing after Daylight Savings. Weeko died that Winter. The following Spring brought a new batch of people, mostly with puppies. And Mei.