Lazy day

Ran to CVS and then came home. It's a Doctor Who marathon because it's the 50th anniversary.

Me and Ruffio have been sitting here watching tv. I've been working on my TOKMAS stuff. Little things but hopefully I'll have a lot. I found Pino's leash and have it on my shelf. I hung his choke chain on my rear view mirror. Every time I go downstairs I expect to see him there and he's not there. I'm having a hard time knowing it was me that made the decision to kill him. Saying "kill" is harsh but it's reality. I killed him. My baby Pino.

Have a cultural commission meeting at seven.

A little addendum. Rita and I went up to the attic. My box of stuff with the nun doll that Darlene game me and the journal from the antique store, are not up there. There are two rubbermaid containers with quilting stuff, which is good and there was a box of odds and ends with stuff that I thought was long gone. Rita also gave me the Last Supper painting that Allen did for Mommy. It was a paint by numbers but he worked months on it and it hung in the living room forever. Well for as long as they were there.

Anyway, I kind of slipped and my foot went between the beams and down through the bedroom ceiling. Tony didn't blow when I told him. I told him I'd pay for it. The hole is only around 25"x25" and shouldn't be hard to fix. I hope he doesn't pitch a fit when I'm not here. It was an accident.