It is 7:30am and it is raining. I had unpleasant dreams this morning. Something about the war. And I was in pain when I woke up. Due to my position as I slept. 

I am now drinking the coffee and smoking a smoke. Listening to the rain. I have no plans today but I should really clean a dirty drawer in the kitchen. Billy’s poop has improved. That is a cautious relief. He has had diarrhea ever since we got him. Since august last year.