The New Normal

The cat is having problems again. I gave him a pill they said might help, and I'm watching him at the moment, full of feeble hope—let's see how it's going, folks—nope. Back to the vet he goes, and maybe fourth time's the charm. There's an operation they can do, although I'd hate for him to go through that. I hate the whole business, if you really want to know.

I know there are people with far worse problems than his or mine, of course. Some of them are very good friends. This gives me perspective, but you can hardly expect me to jump up and caper with glee about it. I don't want anyone to have problems.