Quiet, Bela sleeping at my butt in the chair as I force myself to type. Roomie asleep as always, seriously, she is in bed 24/7 as migraine attacks continue. Beautiful sunny day here, but I have to clean snow off cars soon. As for me, nothing to say. Are Transgender people always apart and alone? Or is it just me, unable to connect with others, FEAR that ugly wolf asleep by the front door, another gatekeeper keeping me in and and alone and others out. Fulfillment is a slippery goal that is never reached, probably my own fault for a lack of effort.