Over the past few days, the high moments of week have been as follows:

Tuesday: Found out I’m getting published in an anthology on new approaches to the jazz age. Very excited.

Tuesday night: realized my cat, while sick, was not actually going to die (yay!)

Wednesday: Realized my cat would be able to come home soon.

Thursday: Brought my cat home

Thursday evening/Friday Morning: Realized my cat had, indeed, urinated on his own.

Friday evening: cat ate wet food. Still urinating on his own.

Saturday: cat ate more wet food, drank water. Still urinating on his own.
Oh, the charmed life I do lead. Rather shameful that I haven’t posted in so long, and now, when I do, the post has largely do to with my cats bathroom habits.

I’m determined to write this weekend, though, so hopefully that will change.