Everybody manages to stay on the bed these days. It’s a little bit shocking, but I’m getting used to it.

Nothing exciting, except to say that when my brain is in shock from a PTSD-driven nightmare or flashback, they really, really help. Also with daily stabilization. It would be nice to say that I automatically lock onto a cow when my memories have driven me into distracted, weeping mode, but sometimes I need to be reminded.

And then there are times when I’m just hanging around and have found that I latched onto a cow without thinking. Or vice versa, possibly.

I wonder if it’s a sign of insanity to wonder if the cows would like to start up, say, a Babylon 5 RPG campaign.

Yrs,
Crazy Stuffed Cow Lady