editing in my sleep?

[fflo]

I look at galleys I worked on yesterday and have no recollection of implementing the changes the pink highlighter marks indicate, yet somehow they were done in the files, and somehow they've been attributed to my initials.

Chet's at the vet's again. It continues not to look good. The momentum shifts toward some version of giving up, though that doesn't necessarily mean soon. But it doesn't necessarily mean not.

.plan this a.m.:

>f lan

Oh, goodness.

I have this old cat, Chester, as many of you know. He's 19. He's
failing. It sucks.

Heavy sigh.

This morning, however, I have two gut senses that are good to have:
that I have what it'll take to get through it, no question about it,
and that I'm feeling it, not not feeling it, and I'm gonna be feeling
it.

These are blessings, whether bestowed by kind spirits, Chance, or just
what life's done with me so far.

Comments

[squirrelykat.livejournal.com]

19 years is about 7000 days, and about 166,000 hours. that's some good kitty
action.
will be thinking of you in these hard times.

[shmizla.livejournal.com]

that's good stuff when you know what it'll be like before it happens, as in, you know you'll be fine, and it is a significant change. that's half way to nirvana, right there: knowing that things pass. :)

[wednes.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that Chet is not doing well.
You'll both be in my thoughts.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

my thoughts are with you.