Today

Husband and I went out to dinner. I have had, most likely, a bit too much to drink. It has been a long, heart breaking week. I grieve for our 13 military members lost. I worry about Kabal Small Animal Rescue, their British counterpart, humans and the emotional damage that will be done to them if they have to put their animals down. I continue to pray though, I’m not sure why. And I worry about our vets. I lived the end of Saigon with vets but I have no conections to help now. I will go home, feed my pups and kitty and hold them a little closer. This is such a clusterfuck.