I keep seeing (illusory) movement out of the corner of my eye, and expect it to be him slinking through the room.

On the up side, I'm doing a deep cleaning on the house, and for the first time I can remember, the floors are not instantly refilling with fur and crumbly little bits of clay.

Oh, Sean. How much love that takes. It's so tough. I am sorry you are going through this.

Sean, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Sean. Sometimes, the best choice for their care is the hardest damn thing in terms of what you'd want.

Going home for lunch ostensibly saves money, but now I'm taking an hour lunch and struggling to get up and go back to work. Maybe I should have gone for banh mi instead.

Semi-relatedly, my hip is killing me and Candy Cane Joe Joes are still my peppermint crack.

I am excited because my roommate went on a cooking spree for the new year, and I get to eat tasty casseroles and/or chili for lunch and dinner!

Less excited to be reminded there are still a couple of candy-cane jo jos in my pantry, calling my name. I should throw them out.

...I should also be doing more work. Ugh.

Sean, I'm so sorry. That decision took tremendous courage and love. For what it's worth, you are a good person.

I'm sorry, Sean. Making the right decision is sometimes very painful and does take so much courage.

{{{Sean}}} I'm so sorry.

Oh Sean, honey. I'm so sorry.