It's been a tough few days. I really think the anxiety is affecting my sleep. I did find a home for the maltese and I'm satisfied they'll be happy. The birds, that's harder. Birds represent freedom of thought, and I feel as if losing the parrots would be seriously detrimental to me. I woke up to my phone ringing, and when I tried to dial back, the number isn't a working number. How strange, maybe someone was calling me from another dimension, or like the Matrix. Wouldn't that be something.. Nothing says amazing like mystery, however, I suppose there are ways to call people and keep from being traced. Oh well, no point in worrying about it, but it's an idea that swims like a shark in my brain. Maybe it would be something to add to writing. I read about a new movie or series on FOX television called The Last Man in the World. It's supposed to be a comedy, but nearly all my life it was my wish to be exactly that, the last person alive. Never knowing for sure would drive a person crazy. Maybe I'm already crazy. Barty, my brown headed parrot can see me and is trying to get my attention. The cockatoo is looking for the dogs, he considers them part of his flock and has been calling for them, but they don't come. He will escape, I think, to see if he can find them. He's making noises at me that sound like questions. He's the bird that doesn't talk, but I understand him with his noises. I need to rest, I have therapy today because my daughter is flying out of town for a few days, and I'll be very housebound and it takes a lot of energy to do anything at all. Oddly, I feel a drive to survive today, the opposite of what I usually feel, and so back to bed I go.