Thanks to all of you. Yesterday was a brutal day. We went to the Caps game last night and I haven't felt so disengaged from a sporting event I attended since a day in 2008 when we drove down to Charlottesville for a football game and, right as we turned in to park the car, we got a call from Florida saying Ms1995hoo's father had died. But we went to that game because she said it was pointless to turn around and drive right back home because it wouldn't do anything. Went to the Caps game last night because, frankly, playoff tickets are too expensive to leave unused. Our ticket partners were unable to go and it was too much hassle to try to sell tickets on such short notice.
The morning after is making me realize all the little things you come to take for granted when your pet is around. For several years now my morning routine has involved Precious waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and meowing to be fed, my walking around the lower two floors of the house to check her litterbox and to check for any throw-ups, feeding her, and then after breakfast sitting on the lower step to brush her for a while. It made me feel way ahead of schedule when I finished eating this morning and then I realized it was because I didn't do any of those things.