A Place Of Our Own

Splendid news about apartment actually being finished has gone some way to offsetting my sadness about Elvis. I’m now able to discuss with people about what a great cat he was, or to look at a picture of him (which, thanks to Annette, we have zillions of) or _even_ look at his empty enamel food dish without whimpering like a little girl.

Having other cats to pet seems to help a great deal, too.

I’ve been playing UT2K4. It’s still a big bunch of fun. Need to convince Chris to have another LAN very very soon.

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