This morning I woke up to a crash as my bedroom window fell out. I staggered out of bed to go outside and survey the damage and discovered that the cat vomit fairy had visited in the night. So before I had even properly awakened, I had to embark on impromptu home repairs and janitorial duty. There is no cat puke on the floor now, but we still ( Read more... )

Oh, my God. Talk about your crap couple of days, man ( Read more... )

I can't work. Not this week. Two things I'm in the middle of are roadblocked, and I'm just . . . tired. Not physically, I'm actually restless and bored, just . . . emotionally, creatively. Yeah, there's this wellspring and yadda yadda yadda, and someday it'll all come gushing back, and there will be wine and roses and kittens romping in the ( Read more... )

I went to help Dad go through Mom's clothes today. My sister's already been and weeded through for what she wanted, leaving me with all kinds of neat, pretty things. I agreed to come over later this week and help go through the medicine cabinet full of her vitamins and supplements, because it needs to be done, and I hate to think of him doing it ( Read more... )

Reader, if you require a monument, look around you.

-- epitaph of Sir Christopher Wren, buried in St. Paul's Cathedral of which he was the architect

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The last couple of days have been icky. I've felt crappy in general -- tired, mostly -- and haven't wanted to be on the phone even to call people I have to talk to. Partly, I've been ( Read more... )

I'm still around, and would like to thank everyone for their kind words. It means so much to me to have the support, even if I can't respond to every comment because, well, it's emotionally draining. Knowing that so many of you have gone through exactly this is a comfort, as I hope it will be a comfort to those who will go through it after me ( Read more... )

Last night, as we were coming home from dinner, I stared at the sunset from the passenger's seat of the car. It had been an unseasonably warm day, and the sunset was one of those summery ones where the overcast sky is a cloudy Maxfield Parrish blue. In the west, pink fire that grew more intense by the minute until the whole of the sky was girdled ( Read more... )

Mom's going under. Dad's helping her as much as he can, and she's as comfortable as drugs can make her, but it's still not a pretty sight. She hasn't eaten in days, and hasn't been able to swallow much more than a few sips of water since Monday. It won't be long, now, not long at all, which is both the blessing and the curse of it ( Read more... )

I'm using this icon because things are crazy around here. Yesterday was just Homerically depressing for reasons more psychological than actual, and it was salvaged only by donating blood and getting a free shirt from the gorgeous chick at the front desk ( Read more... )

Posting because, well, this is how I keep up with a good chunk of you. Comments disabled, because I need the quiet. I don't know how much I'll be around, anyway, because I don't know when or where I'll be needed ( Read more... )