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When I complete this entry I am going to go put my feet up, because I’ve spent way too much time on ‘em today. My ankle is throbbing and itching beneath that cast and it’s nerve wracking.

After I picked up Greyson from the vet, I did some grocery shopping, hauled them into the house across my soggy wet grass, and put them away all by myself. That about zapped all my strength for today.

Greyson has a personality unlike any other cat I’ve ever had before. He just doesn’t act like his feisty brother. It could be that he’s just not feeling quite right after his $156 dollar bout of constipation. He’s very vocal and has the funniest raspy meow, and he uses it a lot! Cry Baby would probably be a better name for him at this point. The ladies at the vet said he was the loudest cat they’ve had lately. He probably cried so much that his throat is sore! Greyson isn’t much into playing like his brother. He’s loves to be held and will cry until I hold him, then he’ll settle down quietly. Thorn just won’t leave him alone, and Greyson doesn’t seem to stand up to him and make him quit with the aggression. I guess they’ll eventually work it out without any human intervention. But, Tam and I were watching him today and thought he might be a just little bit brain damaged. I hope not. That’s all I need! Maybe he’s just traumatized from his brief separation and captivity at the vet’s office.

More sad news. I found out that one of my subordinates passed away suddenly early Saturday morning from a heart attack. He was just 45 years old! So, so young! He was a hard working, intense guy, who loved to work all the overtime he could handle. He’d recently moved out of town and had a very long commute to work, which probably didn’t allow him much time for rest. Additionally, he was struggling to keep his diabetes under control and also taking care of an elderly family member. Such a sad loss for his family and us co-workers, as well. I am sure everyone at work is devastated and that the attendance at his upcoming funeral service will be impressive and comforting to the surviving family. This will be the 3rd funeral I’ve attended in less than 2 months. Arrrgggh! Make it stop Lord!

Even more sad news….My Aunt Sherry (married to my dad’s brother) is now having to deal with her 73 year old mother’s horrible diagnosis of Stage 3 Lung Cancer, on the heels of my father’s death. She called tonight from Colorado, where she’s visiting with her mom at this difficult time. We certainly understand each other’s anguish. My prayers and thoughts are with her and her family.

A woman from Hospice called me tonight to follow-up on how our family is doing since Papa’s death and again invite me to a Grief Support Group. I told her that we were doing fairly well, all considered and politely declined her invitation for the group. I told her that I was a voracious reader and had purchased several books on grieving, that were very helpful. I mentioned that I recalled reading in the "grief" book that they sent me, that people in mourning are often accident prone and that I certainly fit that description lately. She didn’t have to know that I was already a klutz, before I started the grieving process! She also recommended two other books, entitled When Will I Stop Hurting by June Kolf and A Hand to Hold by a local author; Lorraine Snelling who lost her daughter. I may have to add them to my library and share them when I can.

Well, since Greyson is fast asleep and quiet, (finally) I am going to sneak off to bed.