#100BM Day 85
A lot of my identity was tied into having a cat. I was one of those not-terribly-old spinster cat ladies, with one of the most animal familiar-like felines that outside of the fantasy world. Another thing to mourn, I guess. At least until I’m ready (if ever) to let another small creature into my life.
This morning was hard. Weekday routine interrupted. I am not good with that.
The staff bought me flowers. They knew that Hamish wasn’t an ordinary cat.
But I have other things to do today, which is good. Presently working on how to get a foreign film working when a lab in Germany no longer has the original files. Fingers crossed that their famed ingenuity and work ethic gets us out of this jam. Oh, and I have to catch up on the full day of work I missed over the course of last week. Now if only my concentration was anywhere near normal levels (or beyond, ’cause let’s face it, it’s never very good).