i got home tonight after spending the day with a friend and STILL NO CAT!!!! somehow i felt sure that if i finally broke down and stopped watching to door for her little face to appear she would show up...the "watched pot never boils" philosophy...no luck. i reluctantly left winston to hold down the fort while i visited with my oldest and dearest friend. we had a good day but my mind was never far from worry over what may have happened to the cat. i miss her terribly. little, spoiled, self-involved winston has noticed that she's gone and is diligently looking for her. it's disconcerting and heartbreaking.
however, i do seem to have avoided the dreaded lockjaw. the cut has finally begun to heal and i am resigned to putting sheets back on the bed any day now (i have been sleeping on the couch since maeve went missing just in case she starts her siamese crying in the wee hours...)
i am in mourning over the loss of actor harry morgan, 96, who played my beloved colonel sherman t. potter on M*A*S*H for 8 of its 11 seasons.
with my anxiety on high-alert i have begun to count the recent losses and to add these to the previous ones for what can only be quantified with equations, algorithms and numbers too complex for my addled, tired and grief-stricken mind to comprehend. i am beyond overwhelmed.
i may actually be at the point where i can no longer pay my mortgage. i don't know if it will be this month or next but the day is coming if i can't find a job soon. somehow i have very little interest in or fear of this fact. it's just too surreal for my aforementioned otherwise-occupied mind to handle.
keep my in your prayers as i keep you in mine.
grace and peace
prayers, always.
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