In very saddest of news, our cat died. Our Christmas kitty. We found her on our sidewalk. We don't know what happened to her and there is great sadness at our house. Abe saw another cat in the neighborhood who appeared to have passed on. So I fear that there may be a cat killer on the loose.
What the heck?
I have a theory. According to my research, chronic exposure to higher than normal carbon monoxide (working in tunnels, driving taxi cab, working parking garage) can raise red blood cell counts. I suggest that working for hours and weeks, and months on end in the sub-basement of the Leonardo Museum, right by a parking garage, has affected his oxygen levels.
At least build season is almost over (Tuesday is the final day).
Anyway, it's February. Maybe I've mentioned before that this isn't my favorite month. More like my least favorite month. I am struggling. Weeks of sick kids and poor sleep have taken a toll.
We had a homeschool gathering the day after Valentine's and this is what George and I came up with for his box. Not too shabby.
The week is almost done and I cannot say I'm sad to see it go. Not our best. May Greta's antibiotics take effect quickly. May our cat rest in peace. May robot season wrap up quickly and Clark and Elinor's exposure to CO be minimal. May Faith's throat not swell up in another outbreak of hives. AND MAY WE ALL SLEEP WELL TONIGHT!