close call

I awoke to find myself in a bit of a disoriented state this morning. Both of my phones were ringing simultaneously with equally important calls. I eventually answered them both and played tag throughout the messages. I forgot I had to go to work today since it was holiday yesterday. I suppose I wanted a day of rest. The bed was very warm and cozy. And I was enjoying a new blanket. My dog (for once) had not trashed the house over night, but did take an interest in something underneath the book cabinet in the corner of my room. I thought he had lost his ball. He goes crazy when he loses his ball. A simple green tennis ball has the power of the universe in his mind. Then I realized, after investigating the situation for myself, mostly because I couldn't handle his incessant pawing and barking at mere carpet anymore, and found that he was trying to fetch my rat! He had let him out of his cage. Yes, he finally figured out the mechanics of a simple rodent cage and released my poor, helpless pet prey out into a house with not only a dog, but three cats as well! Thankfully I have my rat trained a bit and he knew better than to travel too far in such a dangerous abode. Poor Boo Radley! (That's my rat). Alone and curious only to find himself at the end of an enormous nose and even more enormous teeth and claws. So I had to lock the dog up to keep him away, scooped up my frightened little friend, and helped him to safety. People think I'm crazy and stupid for caring so much about a thing that was born to be someone else's food, but they too have little brains and hearts, and there has been times when that little furry morsel has been nothing but a friend. Besides, he freaks everyone out. I find that amusing in itself. I had no idea how may people are afraid of rats until I started keeping them as pets. And no one wants to admit either. It's very funny. Anyway, that was my morning. Or at least the most interesting part of my morning. Boo is safe and sound and now dining on Christmas leftovers.

Believe me, nothing is trivial...
(BRANDON LEE, FROM "THE CROW")

who really cares???

The novel is nearing it's end and no one really cares. People are dying all around me and now the experience comes full circle where I can feel the pain full flush, not just by trusting the instincts of the most dearest friend; but by trusting what you know is true, even when you don't want to believe it.

I myself now face the inevitable. And a hunger finds me that cannot be satiated. A never-ending quest for the unquestionable and irrefutable demise we all will encounter eventually.

Everyone fears it.

You do.

She does.

We do.

Embrace it with futility and always understand that it was the way it was meant to be.