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nebris~I've been emotionally all over the place. [“So what else is new?” we all say together] Of course all the grotesque political theater around the Debt Ceiling Debate has had me bouncing between Rage and Despair and back again. But there are other issues, as well.
I'm worried about an old friend who I cannot help. [private matter/no details]
I'm watching Jasper, the last of The Three Old Men, slowly fade away. He's fifteen and a half, so such is to be expected. He's not 'sick', just Old. He eats and poops and sleeps on top of Le-Le like he always has. But he's slowed down a lot, doesn't run in the nightly Cat Races anymore. We feed him top of the line canned food, put senior vitamins in it, etc. And he's Old. He could putter along for another year or so. But it's clear he's fading. [I don't do well with this *cries*]
And all this has me stuck again vis-a-vis The Explanation, which is always frustrating. That is really the only thing that gets me out of bed in the whenever.
Oh, yeah; I almost forgot. My birthday is at the end of this month. It's been hardwired into me as a Day of Failure and in some years, Trauma. Those days have passed, thank Goddess, but they lasted for fucking decades and are hard to shake. Not sure if I ever will. It's like a low grade fever that starts in late June. Blah...
I'm worried about an old friend who I cannot help. [private matter/no details]
I'm watching Jasper, the last of The Three Old Men, slowly fade away. He's fifteen and a half, so such is to be expected. He's not 'sick', just Old. He eats and poops and sleeps on top of Le-Le like he always has. But he's slowed down a lot, doesn't run in the nightly Cat Races anymore. We feed him top of the line canned food, put senior vitamins in it, etc. And he's Old. He could putter along for another year or so. But it's clear he's fading. [I don't do well with this *cries*]
And all this has me stuck again vis-a-vis The Explanation, which is always frustrating. That is really the only thing that gets me out of bed in the whenever.
Oh, yeah; I almost forgot. My birthday is at the end of this month. It's been hardwired into me as a Day of Failure and in some years, Trauma. Those days have passed, thank Goddess, but they lasted for fucking decades and are hard to shake. Not sure if I ever will. It's like a low grade fever that starts in late June. Blah...
