My cat has been in and out of the hospital. He's recovering slowly.
I'm feeling better, somewhat. Still terribly exhausted, but less stressed at least.
Yesterday was my honey's birthday. He's a whopping 23 years old now. Cradle robber!
Today is our one year anniversary. He gave me a gorgeous little ring from Tiffany (and he picked perfectly, without help from shutterloubug ! I was amazed.) and gave me words, too.
Today starts NaNo '09. Dear god, what have I gotten myself into? Again?