You definitely do not need to get anything done other than taking care of yourself #1 and Tim #2. (Tim has lots of other people taking care of him, also put your own oxygen mask on first.)

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Take care of Tim. Work will understand.

As I sometimes remind people in my office, if something doesn't get done, no one's going to die.

So, Steph, take care of yourself and Tim. (Take a picture of his piercings ... if nothing else, you'll both get a laugh out of it sometime in the future.)

Steph, what every is saying. You are having a family emergency. The work can wait or be reassigned.

As to cats, both my cats died at 12 when I was hoping they'd live much longer. You never know.

That said, Oz who was already a fat cat, has gotten fatter over the winter. I guess chasing Clio was a major source of exercise for him. I changed to a healthier, no grain brand, hoping it would be more satiating, but he's as food oriented as ever. I am trying to play with him more. As much of an urinating jerk he can be, I would like to keep him happy and healthy.

I had one who was 18 and one 19.

In completely frivolous me-me-ME news: by this time tomorrow, I will be on a plane going to DISNEYLAND. I have no attention span for fussy project managers right now. CAN'T HEAR YOU, GOING TO DISNEYLAND.

For those who want to carry their cat with them, the Mewgaroo.

Yay, Jilli! Have fun!

eyiyiyi, Sparky! All the ~ma to J's uncle and to your dad.

And hey! I slid down those stairs and you didn't call an architect. You never loved me.

Good news Steph - and more hugs.

I am in New York! It's hot. Currently recharging all the things.

Koogie would have adored the Mewgaroo, he would have been perfect to bring into the office, all he wanted to do the last few years of his life was sleep within reach of me.

I got to the hospital just in time to watch the doctor remove Tim's chest tube...and find out he's being discharged! Since they originally said it would be tomorrow, this is great!