I’m always amazed at how easily I can slip back into the comfortable yet gory routine of morning crime drama on A&E when I’ve got nothing better to do. I have the day off work because I thought I had to be at the vet with Sasha during her ultrasound, but they took her from me and said they’d call. I’m now sitting and staring blankly at the TV, waiting for the phone to ring. My stomach is in knots – I might be hungry, but it’s more likely that I’m miserable with anxiety.

I know I’m not alone in my misery, but that’s cold comfort – Kris’s cat Odin is in surgery today, and I know she’s going through the same stuff that I am. I feel for her, and I hope Odin pulls through.  He’s a tough kitty – just like his person – so I’m sure he’ll be fine, but it still sucks to have a pet in discomfort.

I wonder how much trouble Sasha is causing at the vet. They told me they’d have to shave her belly, which is sort of hilarious – she is NOT going to enjoy that, and I’m sure her displeasure will be heard across the street.

I am utterly useless at the keyboard right now. I’m going to go back to worrying on the couch and pretend that Bill Kurtis is running commentary on my life, and also that my life is interesting enough to warrant commentary.

Winter months are ordinary months, and they bring me down down down.