And the only reason I’m posting is to get this down while it’s relatively fresh:
Delanne came over this evening and we cooked ourselves something tasty for dinner. We then mostly just hung out, watched tv, and talked. About midnight-ish she left to head home. She came back in about two minutes. She never made it out of the driveway.
The fat-cat, the younger of our two cats, had been hit by a car, and was lying dead by the end of our driveway.
Which sucks. I don’t have much more than that at the moment.
For any of you who never met the dumbest of all kitties (and that’s going to be most of you), he was a delight and a joy. At this point I’m not really sure how I’ll respond to this.
It probably doesn’t help that my grandmother is in the hospital and not doing well at all.
And classes start Thursday, for good or for ill.
When it rains, it pours.
Thomas
Dude, that sucks. Hope things turn around.
Sorry to hear it, man.