I have a bad feeling about today. I was going to try to be productive, but shit keeps happening.
Like I woke up to a bad email from Atlanta, and then managed to break a wineglass all over while making breakfast (which did not include wine), and realized I have to fly out on Sunday for my trips next week (don't wanna!) and some ridiculous work stuff is being annoying (people! quit calling someone else who calls someone else who calls someone else, and just make a decision and communicate it to everyone via cc!), and the phone interview I had yesterday hasn't emailed or called to set up a real interview, and mostly my head all "I'm fat and horrible and no one will ever love me"
Hatey rage spiral. And I still haven't cleaned up that broken wineglass.
while making breakfast (which did not include wine)
Maybe it should have, seriously.
I'm trying to set up my sister's laptop, and I've already forgotten one of the passwords. Jesus. Writing the rest down, and looking for a user-friendly password manager for her (me).
(which did not include wine)
I think that might have been the problem....
(((meara))) Days like that should be outlawed.
sara, I've known MK almost as long as I've known you and Devi. I remember when you plotted to 'nap him after you kept him for his absent then-staff. He had a fabulous life with you, and he damn well knew it. He'll leave a gap, I know. But you did the best by him that any human could have done.
All good and healing thoughts to Grace, her moms, and her medical team today.
Oh, sara, I'm so sorry. You gave him a wonderful life, and did right by him all the way to the very end.
(Man, I hope nobody comes by my cubicle for the next few minutes. I'm really not sure how I'd explain the tears in my eyes.)
And many good thoughts to Grace and her moms today.
Man, Bev. That was like...2003? Somewhere about? That's when he got the DB diagnosis (just looked it up.) I don't have email from earlier, but I think I got him in 2001, after my trip to southern Africa? I know his first owners were back in the US after a 2 year posting, but not sure how long they'd been back at that point.
Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end. All the techs and vets cried.
I am sorry, sara. He was very well-loved.
I know that the cattery I use will take opened food for the feral(s?) that lives nearby. They also get the leftovers from all of the cats being boarded.
Unopened goes to homeless pets, I think. I have some canned that will never be used and I ought to do that today.
Been a while, yeah. Lots of changes for him, and you, in that time. He's woven into all those memories, a part of them, and of you.
