Liese, understandable. I had a good old fashioned ugly cry last night and it helped. This year started off with a miserable bang and ended on one. The difference for me is that I've thought Ginger for some time was near death due to her metastasis, and so every additional month felt like a gift. A gift that I knew could not possibly go on forever. So I've had time to process it.

I am still not over ita though. The pain from having no warning is almost unfix-able.

Eek, sparky, I hope it all goes away quickly.

I had a super frustrating day--was supposed to get to San Diego in time to work out, get some work done, and still have dinner with my cousin, and maybe even wander around and enjoy that I got a hotel downtown. Instead my flight was delayed three hours, but in bits and drabs so not like I could just go chill somewhere for that long. Just had time to shower quickly and drive to meet cousin. But the hotel gave me an enormous suite with a couch that would seat 8, two balconies, and a shower with multiple shower heads that would easily fit four people. If only I were going to have time to enjoy it!

I'm just so sad, y'all. I hate this.

I haven't processed it yet. I cried when I read that she went into hospice, but not since then. There's a gaping hole where Ginger should be, but I feel like I'm looking at it from the outside. It hasn't hit me emotionally yet.

I am still not over ita though.

I'm not, either.

Oh, meara -- I tried a caramel tonight, and I was fine with the texture. I do like a nice chewy caramel, but I'm okay with the...more flowy kind, too.

I tried the ginger one (for Ginger), and I didn't taste any ginger while I was eating it. But afterwards the gingerness hit me, and it's been lingering for about 15 minutes now.

It's been a tumultuous year. I haven't processed everything yet. Probably won't until I'm done traveling and can curl up in a blanket burrito at home.

Last night I discovered that the IP address for the internet is US-based in the apartment where I'm saying, so that means I can stream TV. So I have.

I'm just so sad, y'all. I hate this.

Yeah. I've been telling people I'm ok all day because it is too much to explain, but I'm not. And it's so tiring. Being sad is tiring, and not crying at work is tiring and going to bed at 5 pm is problematic.

I can't think of a better idea for cat pilling, Jesse. Unless you could board her at the vets or something, but that's pricier than kid cat sitter and takes her out of her home and blah blah blah. Is it medicine that she'll be ok to not get for a few days?

I'd say tuna water except I have a cat who turns her nose up at that.

Ugh Swifty was the worst at taking pills. Does she like dairy? Cream cheese might be easy and work well.

LAPD Santa is in the neighborhood tonight. Cody took the kids so they could enjoy the hot cocoa and the fun of being out and about at night. I can hear all the kids and boy are they LOUD this year. I guess it's a good one.

Sorry, I'm no help on cat pilling. I've always just nestled them between my knees and dropped it in their mouths. I've just been lucky. We had one cat who would spit them out on the first go-round, but even he would take it eventually.