I know. I know I listen to too much Bob Dylan. I can't help it, it's way too easy to open that folder up from where I'm sitting. Rose stopped by to check out the new place and to bring her dogs over to meet my dogs. Buckley, is extremely impressed with Dea, Marble less so (of course).

I had to change a few things around at the Flickr site so that I have a little more control over what's viewed by the general public, etc. It's my old paranoia kicking in like a lost friend. So comforting to feel like a freak, again. Like me. The way my skin feel under my hands.

Friends and family calling last night, wanting to know details. I send some positive thoughts their way and hope for the best. It's hard to be impartial to what's going on in the rest of the world, outside of my perspective. As one of my sister's said: I need to think more about other people. And stop being so arrogant. So tied up in myself.

I'm cranky today. Tired because I haven't slept in a couple of days and things don't seem to be going right, today. All the little things pile up into something insurmountable, sometimes. The rest of today will be spent in my head. I need to shut the outside world out, for a bit. I feel my borders being crossed.

And I miss Craig's voice. Time to connect.