automagically. You slay me. Am giving my rabbit eye drops. She abhors it. I do as well. She runs and hides and thumps all day, even though the drops are 12 hours apart and I’m only trying to befriend her. I was agitated this morning, at her for running away and at me for being agitated. But admitting how horrible I felt was a relief I wouldn’t have afforded myself in the past. I was raised with shame. Be a good soldier, buck up, and all. Deadly dharma. As soon as I admitted i am not a saint, I felt less like smashing something against the wall (i did break a plate in the sink. Accidentally purposefully we don’t have many to lose oh well). Thanks for listening. I would apologize but am guessing I don’t have to.