Lady Sybil Axenova, First of Her Name. A Clown With A Crown.

We expect to get a dog today!

I say "expect" because lots of things we've been expecting lately aren't going as expected. Surgery. December court date. Things keep changing.

But if all goes well, tonight we sleep again with a fuzzy-butt snore machine in the room. 

What else do I expect? No, what do I want?

I want that this dog doesn't see Moria. Ever. 
I want that this dog comes first. Before Moria. 
I want that this dog can get me out before Moria. 

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This morning, after I explained my completely off mood, LA said that I should pick something I can feel in control of and control that. That way, there's something I feel I have control over. 

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My gut. Dear Jeezus what do I need to do now? Since last, checking, Oct 5 or 6th, hasn't been normal. The travel is like a pause button on my gut. I get stopped up. I sometimes use the magnesium to help it along. But since that Columbus Day weekend I'm a mess. Even before that, really, Since months ago.

Bloated in the evening, full of pain and gas. FODMAPs? What are my current FODMAPs? What has changed?
I'm eating apples, hummus, and new to me a mix of chia/flax seeds. This is all mostly OK for fodmaps, apples and hummus I'm really limiting and still having issues. Too much magnesium? Likely the last week. Too little fiber? I'm out for the past week. 

Oh - rice cakes and fake butter!? Hmmm, lots of those lately...

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Pick something I feel I can control of: The stupid shit I put in my mouth to make myself feel like shit.