Traveling Blues

I took another trip to San Francisco today and visited with my attorney and met a new friend. The ride to the city was pleasant despite the silver jewelry that adorned my waist and wrists. However, the trip back to Yuba was torturous. Someone had thrown up in the dog pound van and it was not cleaned. Therefore, the stench permeated the holding cage in the van. For the three-hour ride, the smell hung in all the detainees' notrils. I almost threw up myself because my immune system was battling the assault to my senses. It was a huge relief when I won the battle.

After I got back to Yuba, a deputy gave me my mail. There was a message informing me that my visa petition had been approved. That was the best news I could hope for. The next step is going home. We'll see.