Journal, Day 23

Yesterday was an excessively long day for the benefactor, a grueling 13 hours. When she arrived home, the elder female was doing a mountain of assignments. The benefactor inquired why she was working so belated, as she had finished her daily recreation six hours ago, and she remarked that she had indulged in a several hours long, midday nap. For weeks (years, really), the benefactor has been requesting that the elder female organize and tidy her personal living space, which could currently qualify as a Red Cross disaster zone. The benefactor was livid.
 
It only grew more tense between them when the canine relieved herself upstairs as the elder female had not given her access the outdoors. Much arguing over responsibility for the hound ensued. The conversation came to a jolting halt when the elder female elicited the benefactor’s fury when commenting on the demise of her previous nuptials. Doors were closed and communication ceased for the benefit and survival for everyone involved.
 
On a brighter note, the elder male and benefactor patched up their relationship via the talking box, after the benefactor reached out to affirm her affection for the elder child. He responded in kind with words of fondness and a blazing, blue heart, before again requesting monetary compensation.