Today I had quite an experience. A mentally ill, drunk, homeless woman strode onto the property where I live. It's a small complex of rental units. I was outside, watering a plant on the patio in front of my front door. She just walked onto my patio and through my front door and into my bathroom. From outside, I called 911. The police came right away - about 6 of them. Some of them went in and removed her. She came out screaming at the police. They took her to jail. An officer told me I would receive a subpoena to appear at court.

Other than that, it had been a really good day. I had felt so well. I've gotten so much done around the house. I can't let this throw me or unnerve me. It was such a beautiful May day.

Now I'm thinking of getting a dog. Since my boyfriend died, I've been thinking about getting a dog, something small and cute - like a Pomeranian. Now I'm thinking more along the lines of an Airedale. Something at least 45 lbs. Something that might provide me with a measure of protection. But compact enough to be manageable in an apt. I guess I am a little shook up.