Brimstone

“As I woke up around twelve pm to another round of the cat yowling on my one day “off” there was no way for me to get dressed in time to get the wolf out, so she peed again in large puddles that ran into and under furniture.

Which means a whole ‘nuther effort-layered, careful mopping venture while I have her tied to the front door, out of the way, eating breakfast as I navigate – and I’m sitting paused and writing in the kitchen, noticing pain in my cells from carrying overload as further fume toxins pour in around me from the sink walls because I need to have the air filter turned on.”