An Empty House

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Phil Collins.

I was going to wait and do this post tomorrow, but I felt like getting this out now. It's been pretty lonely at my house now that my cat's passed on. When I got home from the archives this morning, I expected to find him perched in the window. More than once today I'd be thinking that he was lounging in one of the cardboard boxes we had out for him and I'd have to remind myself that he's no longer here. There were a couple of times when I thought I saw him out of the corner of my eye walking into another room. Heck, I even thought I heard him meow once this evening. It's not going to be easy getting used to the fact that Houdini is no longer around, but I'm sure it'll get better with time.

Of course tomorrow isn't going to make things any better. I have to attend the memorial service for my step uncle. I believe I mentioned that he died last week in one of my previous posts. I was never that close to my step uncle, but it's still going to be a pretty sad event all around. I certainly wish that I didn't have to attend it the day after my poor kitty's death. This is probably one of the best examples of bad timing that there is or ever will be. So far, this has not been my best month. At the moment, I'm also not really looking forward to the holidays later this year.

Anyway, I guess I'm doing a little better than I was this morning. I was able to write another chapter of the fanfic I'm currently working on. Actually, working on that story helped me a bit and allowed me to take my mind off things for a while. I still feel pretty down though. And as I said before, going to a memorial service certainly isn't going to cheer me up any. But I'm sure things will get better. That's pretty much it for now. Until next time.

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