If you've been a long time reader, you know that the new year never starts for me until after my big work deadline comes to a close. This year, that deadline was January 3. So, January 4: Happy new year!
But, there is weirdness. After putting in 91.5 hours at the office between December 26 and January 4, I kind of dropped. Not in the bad way or anything. Just woke up Thursday morning and could not get past the exhaustion and the throbbing headache so I took the day off and slept. Until 3:00 p.m. I wish I could've stayed home today too but I guess I'm too responsible or something.
Anyhow. Somewhere between Wednesday night and the wee hours of Thursday, I came to the realization that it is time to let my Gigi bear go. She's been in a slow, steady decline for years, mostly because of a back/hip injury she sustained when she was less than a year old. Since we lost Maggie in October, that decline has sped up. In a way, it was easier with Maggie; it was so clear she needed me to let her go. With Ginger, it's a lot harder to tell when it's time. And we have been together for eight years now. But she crossed a line about two weeks ago and has been markedly worse the past few days. It's time.
So. I was going to work on catching up with things here this weekend but now my plans have changed. After Saturday, this will be the first time since I was 20 that I won't have a pet to come home to. It's going to be a big adjustment.
I'll be back some time next week.