Hell, my cats favorite toys are paper and qtips, kids ain't much different! Somebody capitalized on that. If it sells, power to them. (Loki is playing right now with Thing on a Stick. Which is a tightly rolled bit of brown paper on a wire. Yes, I paid money for it. Bite me.)

During my swim, I figured out why witnessing MK's death in clinical detain seemed so important. There are a few close deaths I didn't see proof of. A family friend's mom, some of my childhood cats. One of my grandparents. And those deaths took a long time to seem real. Hell, I still expect to turn around and see Lorraine, and that was 21 years ago. The first cat I considered mine (we had to hand feed him, he was so young. I was 3) literally died in my arms when I was 9. I saw my grandfather's body carried from the house by EMTs. Open casket for all by my Grandmother Karin, no service for her. That one took a lot to accept. I still don't really feel my aunt is gone. I needed to believe it for MK, where I had the control. Still sucked.

ION, holy crap, my coworker sounds like Beyonce. Same voice.

So no Mayor's parade this year?!!

I think being there, seeing a body, even a casket or memorial service make things more real. And real things are easier to accept. Especially the things we wish weren't true.

Who's doing an Advent Caledar this year? We just started our Playmobil calendar last night and Matilda is jazzed about it.

Owen's opening his on Youtube. A video a day.

My grandfather's open casket was surprisingly awesome. In the old sense of the word. It was just so apparent that his body was here, but he was gone. Significant.

I'm flying tomorrow to Florida for mini vacation.

Sweet!

My grandfather's open casket was surprisingly awesome. In the old sense of the word. It was just so apparent that his body was here, but he was gone. Significant.

It was like that with my mom. What was in the casket was clearly not her, not anymore.

There's a light dusting of flour all over my kitchen. Damni, Loki and Pumpkin!

They knocked an almost-empty container off a height while chasing each other. It... aerosoled or something. Everywhere. Not dealing. Cleaning this weekend anyway.

I am finishing moving, possibly eating gumbo at a neighbor's, going to Doggies and Donuts, having brunch on Sunday at a friend's (karaoke and waffles!), and, uh, doing eight hours of work? Yeah...

Tomorrow, my pre-packing culling starts in ernest. Tonight though, there is bourbon and TV.

It's a box of rocks.

I have many rocks in my yard. Real rocks.