I have a sick kitty-cat.

Don't know how sick until an ultrasound I'll have to schedule next week at some place in Canton.  But it's scary.  One very big kidney.  Seems likely to be something major, given what's been figured out so far.

I'm exhausted from this day.  The shock, partly.  The uncertainty don't help.  And the kitty, clearly not feeling well.

Cancelled dinner plans.  Didn't do the grocery shopping either.  Did get the dog out a little.  I think I'm just going to go to bed, and maybe get up for a midnight bone-and-walk for dog, along with a check-on-cat.

For at least a little while I'm looking to have to do that dance with fear that involves not worrying ahead of facts and not burying head in sand either.  Staying where I am, staying with what's true now.  Good practice in general, yes.  I just hate to get it this way.