I don’t like Tuesdays anymore

We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.

I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.

My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.

I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.

I’m kind of over December.

Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.

Catch-Up, Cooking, and Commiseration

Days Alive: 12,207

Sweet Potatoes Diced: 4

Steps Walked: 3,918

Hours Slept: 2.5

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 20

Tramadol Taken: 1

Cats Betrayed By Not Sharing Any Chicken Nuggets At All With Them Because I Am a Mean, Mean Mama Who Doesn’t Share Human Food: 3

Things I Forgot Today: 3

I’ve been kinda half-adding posts lately because I’ve just been out of spoons.

Reminder to self: write the damn post on Spoon Theory.

So, I’m exhausted, but I have a cute lady next to me (my Darling Wife), two cats resting on me (butt warmer and foot warmer, respectively), and the prep work done for the potluck tomorrow.

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Toads Tonight

Days Alive:12,193

Hop toads: 1

Number of Photos Said Hop Toad Posed for When Asked: 3

Endometrial Polyp Being an Jerk: 1

Cats Whining at 11 Volume: 1 (Spock)

Paper Angels Made: 30

Days Since I’ve Touched my NaNovel: uh… four? Five?

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 10

Words I’m Planning to Write this Weekend: 15k

Anyone who gets squicked out or triggered by talk of toads, menstruation, homelessness, or super bad insomnia, get thee hence.

You have been warned.

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