Bye Circe

Well, its final. Circe failed to pass the "health & temperament evaluation" to be put forward for adoption and is being euthanized. She was a sweet kittie and I'm sorry. I feel like I let her down, but I also don't feel like I had a choice.

May the Great Ones of Feline Kind meet her on the Other Side and carry her to fields filled with mousies and comfortable soft places to sleep in the sun.

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an end to yuckiness on the horizon

It has been a long, hard day in some ways. I can tell I'm getting better, even though I haven't much of a voice and my head aches a fair bit, my appetite returned today. I cried a few times for Circe and for Russell not getting a chance to say goodbye (they were supposed to call *him* but called and woke me up instead and I couldn't talk and I should have said "call him" but I didn't and I was wrong).

I watched The Princess Bride, a perennial sickbed favorite. I distracted me for awhile. And then I lay down and read straight through (all 541 pages of the lastest of Charles de Lint's Newford stories, Tapping the Dream Tree which Marina gave me for my birthday. I must say that I think it is my favorite. There was only one story that totally wasn't something I'd want to read ("Many Worlds Are Born Tonight") and many that are wonderful extension of Newford friends past. I loved catching up with Jilly and Mona and learning more about the Worldwood. The book ends with my favorite, a novella called "Seven Wild Sisters", which captures the magic of the Appalachian mountains. I know those hills (just didn't realize Newford was somewhere nearby :-) and the magic on them is a perfect setting for a de Lint story.

I'm guessing tomorrow I'll feel better yet and will have to start back into getting things done. Yikes! Things have definitely piled up whilst I was out of it.

( And I haven't done a quiz in ages )