Coffee and Breakfast: A Hard-Boiled Egg and An Apple

I am not in a relationship of any kind.

There is no man in my life that I am seeing, dating, or involved with.  A real man does and says so in person.  I am under no understanding of being in any relationship with any man whatsoever.

Here I am running a race against time, yet again.  No wonder I deleted Washington Post.  Any thinking person would choose not to work 5 or 6 hours everyday for free in addition to the 12 hours I already work.

This will have to wait.

A hard-boiled egg and an apple is what I used to take with me every day to work.  Protein and fiber.  Until, I discovered my car was being illegally broken into and my lunch was being tampered with.  I had to stop eating lunch all together.

Two things of the utmost importance: I was being emotionally beaten to death last night while at work.  Draining me of energy.  They lost their fucking mind when I said out loud and, in my head, I want my employer to succeed and business to do well.  Lost their mind.

Know this: I will NEVER disrespect the office or position of any First Lady or Former First Lady by peeing.  Do you understand this thinking?  I verbalized, spoke out-loud when I was being forced and made to use a particular bathroom stall.  I am not a peeing dog, cat, or animal.  I will not stoop so low as to disgrace not just First Ladies, but EVERY single woman and female of my sex, and yes, men too, by allowing such a thing to happen.  It is more important that criminals are caught and locked away than being a peeing animal.

I paid for it with my hair.  Hair they took from my scalp and broke off my long hair.  Michelle Obama, I paid for it with my hair.

I would do it again.

Yes, I was correct in my voting.  It was a good well of truth.

Still keeping secrets, I have worked with Maurice since bringing him home.  He used to walk with his tail tucked under between his legs.  This is not a good thing for a cat.  I’ve talked with him, petted him, told him how much I love him, made him feel special.  Now, he is the boy who plops down on the floor smooshing his face against the door jam and says to me, Cherith what are you doing now?  Are you doing the dishes?  I love my house.  It is so much better than being on the street.