12,248 Days Alive
5669 Books to Read
2 Days Till Moving
2 Box-Deprived Cats
1 Weird Conspiracy Theory Found Out
Question of the day: Do you box things by room or at random?
I am exhausted so this will be quick.
12,248 Days Alive
5669 Books to Read
2 Days Till Moving
2 Box-Deprived Cats
1 Weird Conspiracy Theory Found Out
Question of the day: Do you box things by room or at random?
I am exhausted so this will be quick.
12,346 Days Alive
5,619 Books to Read
91 Video Messages Sent Documenting Apartment Errors
31 Apologies from Alex the Office Dude
2 Trips to the Apartment
1 Super Sleepy Wife
Question of the day: do you have a favorite nail polish or lipstick color?
Man oh man. The new apartment is beautiful. Except where it isn’t.
12,342 Days Alive
0 Pounds Lost or Gained
2 Days Till Keys
So! We let Stephanie’s Nan know what day we were moving out this evening. As we are wont to do on a Wednesday, we hit up the local Village Inn for dinner. Free pie, ya know; even if we hardly ever get the pie.
Continue reading “Planning, Plotting, Passive Aggressive Pouting, and Pie Night”
12,233 Days Alive
3 Weeks Since Daddy’s Passing
2nd Christmas Since We Got Married
1 Massive Panic Attack
I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares aplenty. Of illness and heart failure. Of late night calls and of the funeral.
I wasn’t in a very merry mood this morning.
Days Alive: 12,231
Days Left in 2018: 8
Times I’ve Restarted the Current Shawl: 4
Kitties Alive and Well: 2
Naps Had Today: 2
There’s just over a week left in 2018. Change for the better is coming, I know it.
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.








Days Alive: 12,222
Days Since the Funeral: 2
Bags of Books Disposed Of: 6
Streak on Duolingo: 23
Days Left in Trip: 1.5
I’m exhausted. I’ve been coloring in a mythological creature book to unwind through all this.
Days Alive: 12,221
Rooms Cleared: 1
Old Belongings Found: a bunch
Days Left in Austin: 2.5
Nails Chipped: 7 lol
Streak on Duolingo: 23 days
Loads of Laundry Done: 2
My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.

But that’s no shocker.
Ugh.
Days alive: 12,217
Days till I fly to Texas: 2
Night of Hanukkah: 8th
Cats Snuggled in Close Proximity: 3
Things Accomplished Today: Many
Days Since Loss: 5
I am still really struggling these days.
I haven’t really had the time or opportunity to really mourn yet. I’m hoping my trip to Texas allows me that.
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.
I’m tired. My head hurts. My car wouldn’t start when I left for work.
And I’m exhausted.
Maybe tomorrow.
Days Alive: 12,204
Car Washes Gone Through: 1
Hours Awake: 19, going on 20
I’ve had a headache since three am. No meds have touched it.
I’m blaming the encroaching cold front. And now I’m going to bed.
At least I looked cute today.
