There have been
some surprising developments in spite of my house arrest:
Attracted to
the cutest little Australian Shepherd doggie, I met his owner, Ross, who Ross
told me bout parttimepooch.com. It’s a site that links dog owners who leave
their pets at home all day with people like me who want to walk and/or play
with a dog but not to own one.
More astounding
was discovering Ross was gay, a nurse clear about the non-hazards of
non-detectable levels of HIV and he has
PTSD and stammers. Plus he wants to date me. What are the odds? (I am not
interested at all dating but his interest was flattering.)
That was my big
event of yesterday. Today’s was leaving my building at 6:50 am to go to St.
Paul’s for my quarterly blood test and fifty meters from my back door I came
upon the body of a dead man. Someone had called the police who arrived and
covered him.
The two shots
above are snapshots from the statistics of readership of this blog. The graph
reveals a recent sudden and dramatic increase in readership. The map shows you
that the surge has come from Russia.
Tomorrow my
wonderful ex, Steve, arrives. My life is going to go from 20 rpms to 200. Steve
lives at a frantic pace. He comes back to Vancouver each year for Pride.
Yesterday I
walked for a while with my friend Margot. She wanted a coffee so we went to a
place near the beach that was crowded and loud. I could not take it. I seized
right up and had to flee. The experience has had me decide not to participate
in any Pride events with Steve this coming weekend.
Acute PTSD is
certainly changing my life, but not for the worse.
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