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I slept 8 hours last night and I would still be asleep if it weren't for the fact that I'm expecting my personal helper and had to get up for that in time. I did have to get dressed and drink some coffee to be in an approachable state. I'm drinking my second cup right now and hope to be fully operational soon.


It's a beautiful sunny day outside and I really ought to be out in the country somewhere enjoying myself with Tyke, having a picnic and wandering the unbeaten paths. That's what I'm in the mood for. I must find a way to do this. Tyke is doing better, by the way, he is livelier and pestering the cats again, so he is almost back to his normal self. His eye is still red, but I assume that will disappear over time. He's still a little more subdued, but that may be psychological as well. It's quite an ordeal that he went through, after all.

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It's now a few hours later and the domestic help is here. This is Friday's domestic help who is very unhappy with Monday's domestic help. She says that the one on Monday doesn't do her work well and is going to try and replace her with herself. My personal helper was witness to this indignation and agreed with her, so I do have a back up when I get entangled in this web. I really hope I don't, though. I'd hate to get in the middle of two domestic helpers.

I'm a bit uncomfortable to be sitting down while somebody else is cleaning my apartment, but I act as if I don't care. I try to be as cool as a cucumber. It is hard when you're really a bit nervous about the whole thing, but I don't want to get in the way of her either. She's so industrious.

I don't know how you feel about people coming into your house, but I'm a bit uneasy with it, especially if they concern themselves with your personal life, which these people do. I do feel that I have few secrets. I really have to have locked chambers in my head to keep some things sacred. Then I have to decide who to tell what. I try to tell my SPN and my psychiatrist everything, but I notice that even then I'm on guard sometimes. It becomes a habit.

My apartment is clean and the domestic help has left. I have to say that I like this woman a lot. She's very friendly and easy to talk to and she does a heck of a job. I didn't know what cleaning house was until I saw her at work.

The personal helper and I took Tyke for a walk this morning. He did well and was obedient. He's been obedient all day. I don't know what's gotten into him. I like him this way. Maybe he has entered a new stage in his growing up process through the shock of it all. Shock therapy for dogs. Oh, how sad. As if you would do that to your dog.

The weekend has properly started now. I'm my own boss from this point forward until Monday. How very nice. I do appreciate my time off. Now that I feel better the empty hours are not a problem anymore. I do have to watch the afternoon news in a little while and see if BP managed to fix the oil leak. I don't have high expectations. My God, what a disaster. I also have to see how the political campaigns are going and what godawful things they are promising us, the voters. We are all being taken on a merry-go-round. Don't trust a politician, except the rare honest one. I'm voting for her. Call me naive.

Ciao,

Nora