"Shook my heart like a piggy bank"

 I just asked Light plantively "but why is the cat wet?"

 

Today wasn't the best day.  I did make it to the gym, I did make it to therapy. I did go buy a new purse and accidentally bought a shiny silver scarf and a shiny silver cardigan-type thing.   Apparently physical heavy lifting followed by emotional heavy lifting was enough to sink the rest of the day into some weird fugue state where I snuggled a dog, started to set up the next cross-stitch product and watched way too many episodes of Greys Anatomy.

 

Again, my therapist wanted me to figure out someplace safe to put one of the smaller, even more defenseless parts of me and I gritted out how much I hate the exercise and how damaged it makes me feel to that the safest place I can imagine is in a closet with my dead cat (not that she's dead in my imaginary safe space, I'm not quite that tragic).

 

Didn't make it to the Anna Tivel concert, forgot how to talk to people but least I brushed the dog a bit and ordered new dishes.