Well, I am still feeling very sad about losing Sophs. You know how grief goes: It's very present one minute, and retreats in the next, and then sneaks up on you again.
The litter boxes are gone, but I can't bring myself to put away the cats' wee dishes yet. They're sitting on the kitchen counter, in a neat little stack, and I will find a place for them soon.
I am feeling the usual amount of anxiety and despair and rage about the Trump Regime, which I continue to loathe in unfathomable measure.
I am so happy that it is spring. I am as happy as Hillary Clinton about that!
I am grateful for my lovely husband, for our home, for my friends, for all the times they make me laugh, and for Dudley and Zelda.
I am also, as always, glad for this community. Anyone who wants to join me in another enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
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