I set off the roomba. The cats aren't terrified. They sorta follow it. I think it confuses them. It is kinda awesome. Does a pretty decent job on the bedroom carpet. Not a sub for the regular vacuum, but it goes UNDER THE BED. I like it.
Mr. Kitty is being a ball of need. He got bathed and now keeps trying to sit on the keyboard of the laptop. Maybe because it is warm?
I appreciate all the good thoughts. I am going to have a drink in Wes' honor and remember that he was a happy, fun-loving guy who, I swear, I never saw in a bad mood. He would not want anyone to be sad on his account so I'm going to try to not be sad.
I'm also thankful b.org is here because I'm too far from my family right now to check on my dad (my sister did, he's ok) and sit down and have a beer with him to remember his brother.
I'm on the plane. My flight's on time (so far).
So sorry, Cashmere. Both my DH and I have had family members commit suicide. My cousin Susan was much older than I. (She was 30; I was 14.) I looked up to her so much, and she never gave me a hint that she was so depressed. I cherish my good memories of her.
Time sucks. Too much more opportunity for loved ones to get sick, too much more time in which negative stuff can happen.
Sure, good stuff happens too but it starts feeling less and less like a fair trade.
Headache is distant still. Not perfect, but so much better than the past month. Acupuncture tomorrow morning, normal massage Sunday, and chiro and cranial sacral (in home!) massage in the next couple weeks.
Took a successful ER visit to even get me the energy to arrange all that. Now to see what other parts of my life I can get back. I think I'll take my sister to Santa Monica or Malibu tomorrow for brunch. Weather sucks, but she hasn't seen the Pacific in SoCal and she's more than halfway through her second visit here in a year.