and to top it off (this is sort of a transitional post)...
In an hour I have to go discuss Part I of
Little Women for three hours. I was finishing up the reading this afternoon, waiting to take Toby back to the vet (we went at 9:30, they drew blood and took xrays, then we went back at 2:30 to do an ultrasound and make a decision based on those findings; since the doc and I pretty much figured his lymphoma had come back with a vengeance and unexpectedly, it was basically "sit around and wait until 2:30 to take your cat to meet his maker"), and let me tell you...
Little Women is frickin' SAD. The pages of my book are all soppy, in that chapter with all the letters from the March kids and Hannah and the Laurences to the sick dad. Jeebus.
But I thank you all for the nice words about the Tobester. He was a good cat.
This was a sucky transitional post, but I tried. I'll try again later.
