I think the cats have the right idea, as far as finding a warm place to curl up in. Today is grey and rainy outside, and there’s a general feel of blah in the air. Stressed out and bored is not a good combination, but I find myself feeling a lot of both lately.

It seems the world has turned upside down, and it’s almost like I don’t recognize my own life now. I’ve gotten most of what I’ve always said I wanted, but I never expected to receive it quite this suddenly, or to have it cost me so much that I cared for. I’m happy with him, and grateful that he’s here to help me pick up the pieces, but this is still really scary how fast everything has changed for me.

Sometimes it’s hard to feel at home somewhere when nothing there really belongs to you. I know I wasn’t really given a choice in that matter. The house is full of Julian’s books, and our roommate’s junk, but the most I have is a stuffed animal here, or a small picture frame there. As George Carlin would say “I need more stuff….”

In the meantime, I’ve got more cats than I can shake a stick at, and I still miss mine…