I wanted to say something, but I don’t know what it is. Or was. Maybe.


I think I’m about recovered from what was upsetting me the last bit of October.

Still missing my cat, but not really going to pieces…think I was more upset the day he was doing so badly and I had to go to work than I have been since he actually died. Not that I don’t feel sad…just…felt more prepared for it when it happened since I’d already known he was doing so badly. You know? : /


Not especially excited for holidays. I will probably have to work both of them. Or maybe just one if I’m lucky, since there are 6 of us now.


Already thinking about spring and the weather getting warm again.

Can’t bloody wait.



Think Imma start tackling some more of my reading list.



But now…bedtime.