I am drinking my single belgian strong beer tonight, listening to temple music. We are getting portable A/C tomorrow for spring and summer. Thank God! I had a heat stroke last summer in July and it was aweful with the heat dome. I slept downstairs for the whole week or two, but suffered immensely after a few days of it. At first, it was kind of fun to camp in the living room , with all doors (patio doors) open. But when it got to 42 celsius, I was suffering. That's when that small town burned down to the ground, in BC. 

The temple music is very relaxing tonight. It was given to me by my GodMother ages ago. She did not know, but it was by the temple I was going to. What a coincidence I thought, with all the hundreds of tibetan temples mantras and new age music available on amazon! The following year she gave me the book by Mathieu Riccard i had given my own mom, and she did not know. She is an exquisite GodMother and I have always loved her very much. 

So tonight I am at ease. Life has not been stressful at all but to be honest, Billy is my mental health strenght. And not ever smoking pot again too! I have such better friends than i used to. Intergenerational too. There was a period where I insulted EVERYONE I thought was selfish and did not truly care about me. I was nuts on pot. But that cleaned the air of the selfish people from my life. They certainy did not appreciate being insulted so thoroughly with a lot of vulgarity often. 

There was one friend, two, whom i never insulted. Danny and some now by gone lady. Danny, when I started being weird, is the ONLY one who emailed me back asking if all was ok. The other ones got scared off. One friend even told me I was 'not there for her in those years so she dumped me'. Of course I was not there, dudette- I had to eventually be hospitalized because I was very sick on pot and terrible stresses at home. In truth, she had dump me a long long time ago in my book. So it goes that it takes very extraordinary people to love the mentally ill.