Renee woke up. She didn't try to kill herself. I don't know what happened, so don't ask me, but she DID NOT try to kill herself.
Don't ask me how I know that either.
I talked to Father Peter about me. He seems so weird, but I told him everything and he was understanding. He sat in the waiting room for hours when I sat with Renee. Then, after Renee had seen everyone, she told me I had to come home and rest (she THREATENED ME...that's my girl) so Peter drove me home. He's so wonderful.
Everything is so wonderful.
When I got home, I found that Ry had moved out. He left a note. Maybe I should read that....maybe not. I just saw the key and then the mostly empty room. Now my house won't smell like smoke anymore. And hopefully, Ry and I can work things out when he is not in my space.
Pierre. Want a bedroom full time? :)
I had a great reunion with my puppies and my cats as well. Only one thing missing. Where is Jude? I've called her again and again, but, like she said, her phone is off. I am this close to going by her parents house. I hope she's okay.
I hope everyone is okay.
I miss My Boys. I have always adored them, but I don't think I realised how very incredibly attached I had gotten until it was time to board the plane and say goodbye. I hope they come back to London soon, or I can go back to visit. It's like...missing a limb. Or three.
I have to get some sleep tonight. Renee made me promise I'd go see her again in the morning. I am going to bring her roses. Shhh, don't tell her. :)