Sad news re:
the sweetest cat in the universe. However, will be going to visit him at the weekend: not sure how long he has left, poor darling.
I’m trying to get a bit more ‘chilled’, because I've been left deeply distressed and fearful by the political situation and on-going financial hardship, not to mention family members (mine and friends') and a beloved wee furry pal all having life-threatening health problems.
What's giving me respite is fandom: I am especially glad at the resurgence of life in
frollophiles, especially as the delightful
aleksdesilesia is back. It’s good to have a literary world into which you can escape and explore; even when bad things happen to characters you love, you can imagine/write them out of trouble because it’s fictional. And the North Tower has been my imaginative retreat since my teens, because the weird, wonderful, screwed-up, brilliant boy there, with his books and alembics and crass ineptitude with relationships, was the kind of animus figure with whom I could have an inner dialogue; someone to befriend and rescue and love. So yes, I have a sweatshirt that says "My Soulmate is a Fictional Character #fangirl problems", because it's true.