Timelies all!

Happy Birthday erika!

Happy b-day, erika!

Scrappy, I've been thinking about you.

Zombie game kickstarter: [link] Ends tomorrow, if anyone is interested in funding. (I totally contributed, so I can say that my wedding present to myself was a zombie game. Plus, we do love a good zombie game.)

I am at work, and I am an angel of patience, but I really pity the poor Cincinnati Bell representative who gets the phone call from the woman reprimanding them for emailing her repeatedly. (I helped her print all the emails they have sent her. This took nearly 2 hours. I kind of need a drink but am still at work for another 35 minutes. Note that the emails are her bills and her paid bill receipts, which she apparently signed up with them to receive.)

Scrappy, would J & you having a conversation with your vet help? I could feel it was time with Devi and was petrified I was making the decision for ME, not her (because watching her decline was really rough) and holy crap, that's an awful feeling. I had to spill all that to the vet so he could tell me what I knew was real and that it was only going to be worse, but without the personal baggage. And that was just with only me to make the call and I KNEW. It's hard and sad.

And wow, I was gonna post about how fried I am, and just writing that, even though I've spoken about it before and remained composed, just made me have a mini-weepfest. Yeah, today was another doozy. Half the day in meetings with some heavy uncomfortable politics. I just can't even. I can deal with days crammed like this now and then, but this has been a long slog of 'em.

Happiest of birthdays erika! May this be your best year yet.

Matt, I'm digging B. I love that look, but I can see how they might not be comfy.

Scrappy, much ease and peace upon your heart. Strength to you.

Jilli, I am _certain_ you are better off and it's nice that your co-workers acknowledge that. I'm glad the day went easily for you.

Oh, we did speak to the vet. She said if he hadn't improved, he wasn't going to. But J's feeling is that he's stable, so as long as he eats a few bites and isn't in pain, we should let him be.

Perception of stable (and whether this stable is actually a good thing) is hard.

Got new downspout, months later. Now, I'm not sure if I'm happy. The catcher box is a bit below the roofspout. This is not standard. Heavy rain could make it shoot over the catcher. Dreading calling tomorrow. I don't get it, I've always liked their work before (mine & others) but this seems dodgy. Fuck this week.

J probably just needs a little more time, Scrappy. When he sees that improvement isn't really going to happen, he may think again.

When Hubby's cat Mondu was on his way out, Hubby was certain he saw improvement. It wasn't until Mondu actually died that Hubby had to acknowledge the truth. Hubby felt like he'd made Mondu's last weeks worse than they had to be. I was pretty sure Mondu wasn't long for the world, but I didn't want to get into the debate of convincing Hubby to put down the cat he adored and who adored him back.

edit: And Mondu was just getting slower and quieter, he wasn't in any apparent pain, and he still enjoyed laying on Hubby's chest as they silent communed.