Here is what I have done today so far:
Made appointment and took my 16 year old cat to the vet to be euthanized.
Cried.
Showered, dressed, drove to law school.
Met with 12 students regarding their progress in my legal writing class and provided assistance as necessary with the pending assignment as well as answering questions they had about anything we've discussed all semester, including grammar and writing style, proper citation form, research issues, and organization and legal analysis. (I met with the rest of the students in the class a couple of days ago).
Here are the things I was supposed to do today that did not get done:
Pay insurance bill.
Grade papers.
Draft joint pretrial statement.
Here is what I'm supposed to do tonight:
Celebrate my anniversary with my husband.
Here is what I feel physically and emotionally capable of doing tonight:
Curling up in a ball and sleeping for 15 hours.
Someone send me a giant Kahlua and coffee with whipped cream, please, so I can wake up, relax, and feel happy again. Thank you.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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6 comments:
Oh that sucks, I am a huge cat fan and feel terrible for you.
Take it out on the students.
Sounds like a cruddy day. So sorry about your cat, it's really the worst part of pet ownership. Wishing you relaxation and peace!
What a tough day, I am so sorry to hear about your cat.
You know, if your husband loves you, he will give you a hall pass for celebrating another day.
Who knows, he might even want to curl up with you.
Happy Anniversary!
It's why I don't get another pet. I just can't handle the end. Sorry about your cat but Happy Anniversary.
I am barely functioning since my dog died. I don't know what day of the week it is. I don't know when I last took a shower. I go from bed to the kitchen to feed the other loved but less important dogs and then go back to bed. There should be a funeral and callers and a black wreath on the door but it's just me and my grief. he was my North, my South, my East, and West. My workday week and my Sunday rest. Nothing will ever be the same again. I miss him a lot more than I miss my husband. He was so sensitive.
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