I awoke late today.  It is Saturday. The Women's 2nd March is happening and there  is a government shutdown, referred to as the "Trump Shutdown."  I watched the Senate this morning come to this decision. It was late by the time it was all over with, 1 AM. Mitch McConnell blamed the Democrats, saying they were basically out of their minds to allow a shutdown to occur because of not getting what they wanted regarding immigration.  This is how they voted:  http://www.cnn.com/2018/01/20/politics/senate-vote-government-shutdown/index.html

 This time last year, Levi was alive.  He wasn't interested in the Women's March but was impressed with the numbers of anti-Trump supporters. He hated him so much. Maybe this is one of the reasons I have felt panic thus far this morning.  It is a anniversary of so many important events that have been out of my control. 

The dogs want to so much go for a walk.  I would do that but it is difficult to get them all out. For one thing the crowding at the door to be the first ones out. It becomes too much of an ordeal and I end up not beginning. Maybe it will happen today. 

The books wait as well for attention. I did call the UNCA library and they have not yet called me back. I wish  had the space to go ahead and open a book store.  It is a full library of books. They need a good home with readers who can understand and appreciate the importance of their words. They are almost living entities to me. 

I haven't heard back from Henry.  I did contact him more about Levi's death. I put this off for a while.  They were close so many years ago. Then something happened and there was separation. 

Of that foursome... Tom and Levi are now dead.  Of the men in the Men's movement,  James Hillman is dead and Chaz from William and Mary...Virginia, that I know about.   Thoughts that Chaz may have intentionally killed himself by running at high speed off a road. 

Leah is in Detroit and this is a photo of her in the tub of friends she is staying  with.  I love the Persian, licking drops of water coming out of the faucet.  Reminds me of Cyrus.  And the beautiful black kitty of beloved Malcolm.

Off to the afternoon I go.  We will see what comes up or what goes out or what comes in.