Sitting in my new room is fabu. I am at my desk with Zoey in my pocket, Podunk by my feet, Pavoratti record in my ears and the late afternoon sun warming my yellow walls.

I was thinking a good part of the day about how much I love animals. Not in the mushy gushy way, but in that they warm my soul like nothing else can. My most peaceful times are with my pets. That moment, here and there, that you feel a genuine connection to them. More so then I think I ever feel with people.

Alot of folks say well then why dont you be a vet. Ya, you only get the sick ones. And I would die before I could walk out into a waiting room and tell some little kid that I couldnt save Sparky.

I dont know what this entry is about.

Happy thoughts were just playing in my head and my fingers felt like dancing.