{{{{msbelle}}}} Sorry for the suck day. I must inform you that lots of people already love you and have no intention of stopping, so you are way off schedule for this whole eternally-alone-and-unloved thing. I just wish we were actually physically right nearby. Stupid giant land mass in between us.

What the lovely JZ said so well.

My brain is depleted, but I did solve a complex technical issue today and gave the programmer specific if you do this it breaks, if you do that it doesn't every single time notes. So I don't mind hours working on stuff when I at least accomplish something. Still brane ded.

I posted on FB, but Ozzie is gone. Poor mac came home from school and thought he was dead since he was not moving. Called me hysterical.

Oz was very close to death, but I got him to the vet in his bed and he was peaceful. There was another family there for the same reason, sad evening at the vet.

Being very catlike, Sylvester is unmoved. just wants his dinner and my lap.

I'm applying beer.

We don't have any other feline diabetics on the board anymore do we? I guess I should contact a cat rescue and see if they could use the needles and insulin.

Yes, agreeing that you are very much loved msbelle. Sorry for the sucky day.

My girl is such a tween, veering between on top of her work and letting important stuff slip through the cracks, capable self-reliance and getting in her own way. She has a friend over and they are, for the record, mostly studying. They are also watching Panic at the Disco videos.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Rebecca, many hugs for you and E. Such a hard thing, I really feel for him having to come home to that.

What a crappy day, msbelle.

I'm so sorry, msbelle. Oz was a good cat.

I'm sorry msbelle. It's so tough. Hugs to you and mac from me and my Oz.

So sorry, msbelle. That's always so hard.

Warning: baby potty grossness.

Apparently my friends two and a half year old has started removing his diaper and pooping and peeing everywhere. And if he's not doing that, he poops in the diaper, takes it off, and then smears it. He sits on the training potty, smiles, does nothing, then gets off it and pees on the floor.

Beyond commiserating on the awfulness of it, I can't even begin to understand a kid at that stage of development.

In annoying work anecdotes, the ED called the city to open up our entrance further. As we both watched the city truck smoosh snow into eight foot high blocks of concrete, he said "so we'll have to make sure the banner is visible, so you'll have to shovel the snow out of the way".

Um.

And msbelle, so sorry about your kitty.