Saturday morning happiness (for me) is sitting by the fire with my dog while knitting and listening to an audio book. And, if I may geek out for a second, learning how to carry a color in each hand while knitting these types of patterns has made it way more fun.

Day 7 of Home Health Care Diaries. Mom wants a fire at 0400. This process requires much banging and slamming and scraping by my step-father. On the good side, I go back to sleep and wake up (at a more respectable 0600) and get to drink my coffee here.

Did I need a second pita stuffed with falafel, hummus, tahini, assorted veg and tzatziki sauce? No. Nevertheless, she persisted.

Curdled loathing crouches in my spleen, sending tentacles of rage through my back teeth. It burns with the fire of a thousand suns. I live in a perpetual state of rage now. So here is my doggo.