Well, I survived the day, but barely, with a cat that nearly killed me, another who wanted to, and that feeling like you can never seem to do enough, regardless of your best efforts. I am tired and at the end of most days I feel like I should probably cry a lot, but I have an ugly crying face and looks are everything to me. Despite the difficult and endless nature of this profession, I did find myself wanting to help a spider at the gas station who'd lost two legs in the war, and I performed an exam on a frog who got his leg caught in the door of my house (Leslie lost her stuff when she saw there was a frog caught in the door). compassion is a sickness and I've got it bad. But ironically I have very little self compassion.. if anybody ever sees this private Facebook page I use as a therapist, I'll be mortified. Here are the pictures of the day. Happy Thursday.