It's been a day or two around here. We had an expected, yet unexpected houseguest; an old friend was driving from New York City to Tallahassee and asked to spend the night, so we were hit with that.
He's an interesting sort, and I will leave that there.
And to top that off, Tuxedo has chosen this week as his time to leave. Since the weekend he's been lethargic and not eating, though he is drinking water, which is good. But, as he has done for the last eighteen years that we've had him, he's doing this on his terms. The vet has assured us that since he's drinking water he's not in pain as his organs aren't shutting down, so just make him comfortable until he's ready to go.
I told my boss I was taking the week off; he's great that way, because he has pets and he knows ... so I am here at home with Carlos and were holding Tuxedo and kissing Tuxedo and talking to him, and when he's ready, he'll go.
Until then I may stay off this thing ... Talk soon.