I just was so wishing this day wouldn't come.
I'm so sorry it did.
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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I just was so wishing this day wouldn't come.
I'm so sorry it did.
{{Burrell}} {{Buffistas}}
I have been refreshing all day and I am just numb.
I emailed Dani in Winnipeg and I already told the Atlantic Canadian contingent this AM.
have been hitting my backlog of Good Stuff Happened Today pretty hard. Which also sometimes makes me cry a lot, but, you know.
In the middle of everything today, and the handful of jarring non-ita posts, this popped up from one of the rescue orgs I work with [link]
It has nothing to do with anything except my first smile all day, and the fact that it is possible to come back from godawful pain.
It made me feel good. There was never anything I could do to ease ita's pain. But this guy we could help.
{{{Burrell}}}
I had to go out and be normal for a meeting late this afternoon. It was weird. I just wanted to be home with my laptop and all of you.
Much love to you Burrell.
Aw thanks. There is wine. And DH is getting take out so I can be as weepy as I want to be.
I had to take this section of posts in small small chunks, so I only just got to here.
I nearly wrote "got to the end" and couldn't phrase it like that, just couldn't.
So strange to see all your names again. So strange to return to the house that ita built and know a cornerstone is gone.
I'm going to start on the ita thread now. And then I'm doing a lot of thinky thoughts.
smonster is here and we are watching Community.
Allyson, Burrell, Kat, Kristen, Lori, and Paula, I'm so sorry you had to do this last thing for ita. And I'm glad you could.
Nilly, thank you for thinking of me. I knew. I couldn't bring myself here. I needed to be alone with it for awhile. Maybe still do. I worked and mostly held it together through interminable webex meetings. If there's one thing that helps less, it is that.
Tonight I met with neighbor whose cats I will be fostering so she can check herself into residential psych, for depression. I offered to do this back before the holidays, so it isn't as if it just came up. It's going to be a pain in the ass, her kitties are special needs and completely unrelated to the depression, she's one of those sooper kooky poison in everything types, so I have to endure that in addition to instructions.Neighbor Woo Woo.And it's probably going to unsettle the household, but as long as I manage not to kill her damned cats, it's fleeting. And she's in need and her issues drive away a lot of other forms of help.
And there's a weird symmetry that's inexact but pulls from so many threads of the narratives born here.