Today was a messy day. It was messy weather, it was messy packing (as you can see from my balled up socks on the floor), and it was messy life (for one of my closest friends).

Because I am a very sentimental person and I know that spring doesn’t seem like a special time for giving (it’s not Christmas time or anything) but as CBC was saying, there’s been quite the rash of both floods and fires here and elsewhere (like Italy). So many that the Red Cross is actually stretched quite thin. So maybe we should all be looking to help out, as we technically should be all the time. And as much as I dislike the current apartment with the carpet that makes my sinuses unhappy and giant cracks in the wall, it is a place for my stuff and me and Mike and Hebb (our cat) and I don’t know how sad or angry I would be if some person took it all away because they fell asleep with a lit cigarette.