Saturday, November 17, 2012

I did fuck-all today. Tonight I'm gonna take a bath and watch Avatar again. My favorite part is when they're flying on the beautiful lizards.

Hugo the cat is snoring. He's been dipping into the dog food as well as his own food so he currently looks like a furry Mt Rainier with his stomach arching over all the land. And he has a bit of trouble getting through the cat door.

Milo is turning 10 in two days. Just a minute ago, he was a huge newborn baby (10# 1oz) and now he's a grown boy with manners and everything.

November 26th also approaches. Ug. When I think about Geoffrey's death (or try not to think about Geoffrey's death) I want to crawl into bed and sleep until next Spring. Suicide is a worm of regret and despair. Suicide is suffering made visible.


Ms. Moon said...

I'm so sorry. The shadow of suicide stretches long and forever, doesn't it? I don't really have any words to offer. Just know that we're all, somehow, here together. That if we hold hands, light the lights, we will all make it through.
I wish I had something better.

beth coyote said...

Honey, you're here and listening and that's all I can ask for.