After a few false starts

I kept trying to nail it, but how many blogs can one girl have? I wanted to express myself and maybe help someone else understand something about

Type 1 diabetes, my experience of it, chronic illness in general, my experience of that;

Dog and cat rescue, everything I've seen in a five-year-and-counting hard-knock university of the beauty of our furry companions and the horror of the humanity charged with caring for them;

However many other passions can fit into this mess inside my head or at least, onto a page;

--and finally, I got tired, confused, and overwhelmed, as I tend to do. I'm a calamity. I've never known much about Calamity Jane, the Wild West heroine who was Custer's scout and Wild Bill Hickok's best friend (or he hers, anyway). Turns out, though, that she apparently got the name not by being a calamity herself, though she certainly was, but by being good in a calamity-- in her case, an efficient and calm nurse during a smallpox outbreak. So that's me: both a total disaster and pretty good in one. I guess that's how I get along with myself. Here's where I plan to tell it all, from now on.