Hello, Kitty
What really frightens me is that I no longer cringe when Sammy stumbles. He stumbles every few steps, staggers under even the most gentle petting, and loses his footing regularly while climbing. Initially upon moving back home, this shocked and horrified me; now it is simply the order of things. He's such an old, old cat. I won't let Mom and Dad put you to sleep, Sammy, not unless you're suffering. I promise.

Tomorrow we leave on the long drive to see the Mountain of Love at opera camp (the Seagle Music Colony). We're taking the Conchshell with us; so, we won't see my brother. But at least the LAW is coming and it will be nice to see her.

Crap
Goo Goo Dolls

H-A-D
Have an institutional day.