Sleeping with the humans
His tail encased in styrofoam, Carl is sent to "sleep with the humans."
©Gary Larson
The last few days, I feel like I have been sent up to sleep with the humans... lifted out of this nefarious funk that has been clouding my mind for the last couple of years. It helps that I am surrounded by beautiful people who care about me (it is a sign of how well I am doing that I am even willing to accept that they care about me... usually I am not very accepting of that idea). I am grateful to them that when I am able to surface from the depths of my depression, I find them there, caring for me.
It's not often that I consider myself a lucky man, but lately I am finding that I am more lucky than I could imagine.
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