thedarksiren2 | May. 19th, 2004

Maybe it's that I am so friggin' tired I can hardly see straight, but upon arriving at home tonight from a sloggy night at Season's grill (both metaphorically and literally...glerr...), I felt a strong sense of ill-at-ease in the air, and looked around more than I ever do as I walked from my car to the front door, making extra noise to get Chloebearmonster to bark because I just didn't feel safe.

It was odd, but seriously, something felt wrong, a very strong sense of wrong wrong wrong. The air is so thick outside, filled with tears from the sky, and yes, that's how it feels...like the sky is crying. It's not mellowdrama because really, I'm not sad about anything. A little angsty perhaps, but I'll save that for later.

The front door was unlocked, which bothered me but I didn't jump to conclusions. CBM barked very loudly, and it was like a breath of fresh air to me. I let her out, both so she could pee and to present to whatever-the-funk it is that I have a dog, and she will protect me.

I didn't even mention that - the other day, I took CBM out while I rummaged through my car for some things. An older man in tattered clothing walked by our yard, starting from about where I was and heading toward W 14th. CBM noticed him, ran over near to me and growled at him, following him down the sidewalk from behind the pseudo-fence. She totally protected me, which was a trip to watch. I praised her for it, and she was ecstatic that she had pleased me so.

So yeah...

wraptboy is safe and sound asleep. There are no messages on my machine -- this is sad in some ways, as I just put easily one of *THE* best messages I have ever recorded on my voice mailbox ~8)-- and no truly worrysome e-mails at this point.

I am counting my blessings here, and hope that everyone is OK.

Please feel free to leave a comment and reassure my paranoid arse...

I'm all but nauseated by this feeling.