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Catwatch continues here at casa beanside. She's eaten a little bit, and has had two doses of an Augmentin/Doxycycline mix that will hopefully work quickly. I'm not sure she's really drinking much, so she may be getting some syringes of water pushed in her mouth soon, just to be sure. If she's been drinking in secret, an ounce or two of water won't hurt her.
It's Sunday, so back to work today. It doesn't feel like we had a weekend at all. It was eaten up by kitty drama, and grief. Possibly premature grief, but it was there anyway.
I finished listening to Seanan McGuire's new one, "When Sorrows Come." Despite the title, it was a nice warm hug of a book. It gave me just what I wanted of it. In that regard, it really reminded me of Courtney Milan's "The Duke Who Didn't," Which was the perfect low-stakes pandemic read. It was a tiny bright spot in an otherwise shitty weekend.
Vacation is now in 11 days. I don't feel it yet. I can't see past the next few days. Vacation is a distant dream even though it's nearly here.
Sorry, I'm still in doom and gloom mode. It's just been a lot. Part of me wonders if we're doing the right thing. If it wouldn't have been better to let her go quietly rather than this three ring circus. I need to be more positive, but I'm having a hard time of it. Hopefully, this is all moot, and she's going to perk back up and be fine. I just wish I could skip ahead to that.
Okay, I'm going to try to get myself together for work. Everyone have a good Sunday.
It's Sunday, so back to work today. It doesn't feel like we had a weekend at all. It was eaten up by kitty drama, and grief. Possibly premature grief, but it was there anyway.
I finished listening to Seanan McGuire's new one, "When Sorrows Come." Despite the title, it was a nice warm hug of a book. It gave me just what I wanted of it. In that regard, it really reminded me of Courtney Milan's "The Duke Who Didn't," Which was the perfect low-stakes pandemic read. It was a tiny bright spot in an otherwise shitty weekend.
Vacation is now in 11 days. I don't feel it yet. I can't see past the next few days. Vacation is a distant dream even though it's nearly here.
Sorry, I'm still in doom and gloom mode. It's just been a lot. Part of me wonders if we're doing the right thing. If it wouldn't have been better to let her go quietly rather than this three ring circus. I need to be more positive, but I'm having a hard time of it. Hopefully, this is all moot, and she's going to perk back up and be fine. I just wish I could skip ahead to that.
Okay, I'm going to try to get myself together for work. Everyone have a good Sunday.
