Reviewing the biggest hits.

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Of my blog, that is, for today.  Choices, Perspective, and Gnarly Headache, in that order.  And It seems just about right.  Then, this morning at about 5:30, Sam came in and ripped my foot open, at the ankle joint.  Tired of being backstabbed, and realizing it was a twofer - Sam attacked me because Sassy had gone hungry insane and was attacking her, I tossed them both out for a two day understanding exercise.  More so since not only had I fed them twice (since I am out of afternoon treats for their evening nibble... on top of always having dry food), but after my later evening trip to town, I purchased two sandwiches but could only really eat one as it turned out.  So I split a quarter pounder between them... quite a haul, really.  So Sam had absolutely no reason to attack me and certainly not to draw blood, and Sassy had absolutely no reason to attack Sam driving her to attack me.

Look, if you want to attack me, supposed old friend, pet, or what... no matter than I am still in hard-core recovery for my life, just understand I will always have the will to deal with stupid, mean, evil, or dark, as I see fit.  I may not, always, have the base physicality to deal with it, at least in my eyes (though I suggest you not test that, truly truly), but I will always have the will.  If the way is affordable, I will have that too.  Do not fuck with the ogre and stay within range.  Best not to make him aware.  He will kick your ass out, away, or down, as is called for, or give it one hell of a shot.  Not vengeance, not even anger, just staying alive and sane and moral in a fallen world as best as I am able.  If you choose evil, stay away.

A bit heartsick from having to deal with these things of late, freezer, past friend, backstabbing pets...  all while recovering.  But I won't negotiate.  I will teach, guide, toss, even while I bleed out, don't you even think otherwise.  Later.