Well no more Dr Who on Netflix, sigh.

I need to buy dogfood before I go home. My regular shipment will not arrive until tomorrow and Walter is out, poor thing.

I figured out that the three hours I sort of lost yesterday were probably just what happens when I take Nyquil (or equivalent) at 6pm. Could've been aliens, I suppose.

FYI if you fill up their bowl with Cheerios instead, they are not fooled.

Boo unexpected alarm!!

OMG, Oprah Magazine just sent me an email to enter a contest to stay at Chip and Joanna Gaines's new bed and breakfast. Can you imagine??? (You who watch Fixer-Upper, obviously. The rest of you have no idea what I'm talking about.)

Ooh!!!

I woke up to the sad news that breast cancer has claimed another--an old coworker who was just all around fabulous. She and her husband visited Seattle last summer, and I found out then that it was in her bones and they were doing bucket list stuff. But she's always been someone I looked up to as an excellent example of our career and kicking ass while enjoying it. And her husband posted on her FB this morning to let everyone know and...ugh.

Fuck cancer in the ear.

Yesterday's memorial was both wonderful and ponderous. There were many speakers who hadn't prepared a speech, so they fumbled through what they wanted to say, drawing out any story they came upon. While other speakers had well prepared comments that really spoke to the woman we were honoring. My father was one of the speakers as was Nancy Pelosi. I fully expected her to give her portion of the program and then leave. But she stayed for the 3 plus hours of speaking and then for a good part of the reception following.

I fell apart during one of the speeches as it brought back my mother's death and she was great friends with Patty though they grew apart after my parent's divorce. I also mourned that we didn't have a memorial for my mom. She didn't want one, though really, memorials are for those of us left behind. Thankfully I was sitting with a cousin who provided sweet comfort.

And another round of FUCK CANCER.

I'm so sorry, meara. Glad you got to see her!

I don't even have Cheerios. I gave him a bunch of Gingerbread treats but he is not having that. Whether that is because it is NotFood, or maybe they got stale (hard to imagine him turning up his nose at stale cookies) or if he thinks gingerbread is not the right flavour for February I can't tell. I gave him cat food last night which he was pretty happy with, but that is running low, too. This recurring purchase thing is great for the cans that I ration out, but a bit imprecise for the dry stuff that they free feed on. It seems like I either have way too much or the cupboard is bare, somehow.

That sounds really nice, Suzi. For being inherently sad.

That sounds suboptimal. Hope you all made it back to sleep.

TCG fell right back to sleep as soon as we figured out how to shut off the alarm option, ltc fell back to sleep after I fed her, but I was up for a while with my heart racing. ltc slept through the rest of the night after that.

Suzi, I feel like I never really said how sorry I am for your loss.

And you too, meara. Fucking cancer.

So much loss. Hugs to everyone.