Christ. Tomorrow, on the first of September, it's been a year since Joey.I still think about the little guy sometimes, especially when I'm holding Tazendra, my favorite. Sometimes, when it's dark and I can't see her, only feel the weight of her warm and purring on the bed beside me, I think of Joey. I only got to hold him that one time. I was ( Read more... )

Uncle Jim died about an hour ago. He went downhill very fast, apparently. Too fast for me to even finish writing him an email telling him all the things I meant to tell him. I feel terrible about that, and I probably always will ( Read more... )

We're going out to see Sargon's parents for Mother's Day. They are such nice, gentle people that I always enjoy going to see them, even as I always feel a bit out of place. My own family is . . . well . . . I'm not out of the ordinary, and I'll leave it at that ( Read more... )

I gave myself a nasty fright this morning, as I was drifting in and out of sleep. I got it into my head that I'm almost 30, and I could be half done. Not the first time I've had that thought by a long shot, but sometimes when I'm sleeping it sneaks up on me and instead of whispering in my ear like it usually does, it finds a soft spot and it ( Read more... )

A fine time for insomnia to strike ( Read more... )

In the words of Warren Peace, "Well that sucks ( Read more... )

Urgh. I'm so tired, and I am afraid I'm coming down with something. Sargon is sick - not, like, really sick, just a little sick. He did this last year, too. Caught something, shook it off after two days, and I was sick on Thanksgiving because of it, and it lingered for a week ( Read more... )

The dog seems to be helped a little by painkillers. This is good news. The bad news is that he pretty definitively has arthritis, and there's not much to be done to arrest it. I can supplement him with lots of different things, but it's pretty far gone. Trust him not to tell us until he's almost totally broken down ( Read more... )

I am so super-duper maxi extreme ultra not okay. Ugh ( Read more... )

In about twenty minutes I'm going to meet my sister at my grandparents' house. The empty house. We're going through and divide up all the paintings done by my mother and my grandmother. We're going to take the photographs, the childhood artwork, all of that. I'll be photographing and measuring furniture, in case I want it. And it's going to be ( Read more... )