Well it's been a whole month since I've posted. I'm not very good about posting bad stuff and frankly that's about all I've been dealing with around here.
Boston is still with us though. After I took him off his meds he cheered right up. He's still wheezing like a chain smoker, his fur is coming out in clumps and he's leaving presents out of both ends for me to find in my socks but he's happy, dammit! This is his favourite time of year, when the evenings are cool and he can hang out in the backyard. He doesn't want to come in when I go to get him, he's too busy doing the rolling on his back thing on the concrete. Or sitting on the cushions on the wicker loveseat out there surveying his domain. So I'm taking it day by day. When I don't see him getting enjoyment out of life anymore I'm going to have to call it a day.
And no, my kitchen isn't coming along thank you very much. The contractors were supposed to come two weeks ago but the new cupboards weren't ready yet. So I'm sitting amid a pile of boxes no matter which room I'm in as I ponder how I'm going to pay for this new kitchen that has yet to arrive. You see I found out about three days after I signed the contracts for the renovation that several different circumstances came together in a way I could never have foreseen in a perfect storm kind of way that has cut my income in half. Actually, it's a good thing I'm getting the kitchen done after all. Seeing as I'll be spending so much time there and not in restaurants anymore! lol
And then there's DS. He's lost his way and is on a collision course with disaster. There's not a damn thing I can do about it but try to keep the lines of communication open. Even though he's not living with me at the moment he did come and spend a night this weekend. And for a little while I knew where he was, that he was safe, and fed, and content, and all was well with my world. Just be here for me when I have to go pick up all the pieces, will ya?