143 days left.

143 seems like a lot.

I’m so glad I don’t have a dog. What was I thinking? Now, don’t get me wrong. I loved him a lot but I am not a dog person. I wanted to be, I tried to be, I wished to be. But I’m not. Deep down, I’m a cat person. If I believed in having other lives, I would totally have been a cat in another life. Black cat, half a tail, missing part of a paw and and mismatched eyes. Full of piss and vinegar. Then I became a human and started following the teachings of Jesus and became all nice and sweet (and never rude and irritable when talking to insurance robots who don’t want to authorize medications for my patients).

I got an email today from the REST Shelter. My meal yesterday was a hit. Now, I have made at least 5-6 meals for the Shelter and I have never gotten an email that my meal was a hit. So, you know, it was for sure a hit then. I signed up to bring another meal next week because I like applause and sweet needy folks. I’m already dreaming about what I’m going to take.

Remember: “If there’s even a slight chance of getting something that will make you happy, risk it. Life is too short and happiness is too rare”. A.R. Lucas