I scooted into work for the first time this year. I’m a full 2 months ahead of my usual scooting schedule! I am either hardcore or insane. I think it is a little of both.

My mom has come and gone and I have not been committed to any sort of asylum, so I consider the weekend a success. It was pretty low-key; my mom doesn’t do much and doesn’t care for sightseeing or .. anything, really. We ate some good food, watched some hockey, did a little bit of shopping. There were a few awkward moments and my nerves were definitely getting frayed on Saturday, but for the most part I behaved myself and so did she. We’ll probably see her again next month; Ed and I are overdue for a Victoria visit. We’re also giving her our bedroom TV to replace the 19” piece of shit she’s been watching since around the time they invented talkies. We can live without a second TV, or perhaps eventually replace it with a small LCD for my bedroom viewing pleasure later this year when there aren’t so many urgent things afoot.

Also, no one peed in any buckets at all during the course of the weekend.

I am very tired. The bedroom was simultaneously too hot and too cold last night, and the many cats decided they would all take turns  disturbing us in a variety of creative ways. I don’t think I slept for longer than an hour at a time, making for a very sleepy Kimli. I also haven’t been sleeping well in general; worrying about Sasha is taking a lot out of me. I freak out at any noise in the night that might be caused by a cat in distress, and while 98% of the time it’s nothing (and the 2% is simply because it’s 4am and she’s hungry), I still can’t let myself relax. This week won’t be any easier, either – more blood work on Wednesday to tell us how badly she’s doing, and then it’s terrible decision time. To say that I’m not looking forward to it is the understatement of the century, but yet .. knowing will be a little bit of relief, as terrible as that knowledge will be.

Here is a picture of me and my mom. It is a bad picture, but you get the general idea: I have a mom, and here she is.

I enjoy carrying lunch to work in a lunchbox.

I do not enjoy making flow charts.

.. who am I kidding, I actually love making flow charts. Shut up.