Gas station meat was rotten

So I'm here. News at the Wave Hotel: the Chinese spot is not to be missed. Plus it's right across the street and in this rain? Close = Delicious. 

Everything seemed to go wrong today. Managed to fail a credit check picking up the rental car so I had to switch it to a one day rental and will need to stop at an Avis tomorrow to extend it...

Mal whined the entire 4 hour car ride. He's ridden in cars for over an hour before. I thought he'd be okay. He wasn't. My autism and overstimulation led to me having a breakdown (I kept it in, but I can tell when I'm breaking, whether I lash out or not).

The sheets I brought to cover the car seats were mostly ineffectual.

There were hidden fees at the hotel.

And did I mention the rain?

But you know, everyone has loved Malcolm everywhere we've gone. He makes friends, puts me at ease, and gives my tics something to nudge and tap when I'm waiting in line. He exacerbates my neurodivergencies. But he also calms them. 

Like so many things in life I suppose, there's a lesson here. Finding the comfort with his anxiety will help me find the comfort with my own. It's an invitation I've been ignoring. 

I'll work on that.