We are now on our 10th consecutive week of trial (many different trials, civil and criminal, all back-to-back). The new trial we’re doing which came in yesterday brought in a DA whom I’m on friendly terms with. Today, he asked during break, “So how’s Cindy’s World?” “It’s all right,” I said. He said he’s told a few people about this blog and referred them to it because he thinks it’s so cool that I do this; to have it set up online and to put myself out there daily. He said he’d want to do something like this, but he doesn’t have the balls (his words). I said it’s not a matter of having the guts to write publicly as much as needing it for therapy. He said still, it’s all honest and candid, and he admires that I can expose myself like this.

The compliments made me feel good, because even tho he didn’t compliment my writing (haha), he complimented my character. A small portion of it, at least. He hasn’t seen the blog in the past few months so he has no idea how much more candid and soul-baring and lick-my-bleeding-heart it’s been. And I don’t have the heart to tell him the dark turn this site has taken as of late.

Sometimes I’m so focused on people who are thorns in my life that I don’t see the ones who are the roses. There are a couple of thorns, sure. But there are dozens and dozens of roses of all different colors and sizes in all aspects of my life. Even a furry black and white one at home who greets me by the door when I come home.

At jujitsu yesterday, Vanessa asked, “Did you hear Dodo this morning?” I sure did. He wasn’t doing his polite greeting “meow.” He was doing his loud, deep echoing “WAUL! WAAAAAAAUUUULLL!!” I had a hard time getting up yesterday morning and laid in bed 45 minutes after my alarm went off. Dodo walked in and out of my room caterwauling at me every so often. I know he was telling me to get out of bed. Turned out he was doing the same to Vanessa, who was also later than usual. We laughed when we exchanged stories and figured out that my cat was really saying, “What the hell! Where is everybody! Get up already!” He now waits in the middle of the upstairs hallway between my room and Vanessa’s room as we get ready in the mornings, just so he’s fair. He used to wait in my bathroom as I put on my face, or just outside my bathroom and bedroom doors, and walk me downstairs and he’ll have breakfast as I pat him goodbye and leave. Now, he waits for both of us and walks us both down and sends us off separately. What a sweetie.