Yesterday was a long day. I worked a day shift and then got home in time to make myself some food, check out my new health insurance on the internet (thank you, Commonwealth Care!) and then get ready for my concert and leave to walk there. As I locked up the house I remember the distinct feeling that the deadbolt caught a little strangely when I locked it. More on that later.
I have not talked about my jobs in a while, and I wanted to let people know how they were going.
They are going quite well.
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
Tomorrow is the day we had set as the RSVP no later than date, and so naturally something like half of the people we invited have not yet responded. No, that’s not an exaggeration. Half. Including half of the choir.