cat nappers and considerations . . .

things have finally calmed down around here. One would wonder why being rejected from the IL-2 regime would be so devastating considering how toxic it is, but you need to understand the nature of the beast. The 9TS is an amazing man. Hit with devastating news, he goes deep within himself and wrestles the facts. When he is done, so is all the trepidation. He has made up his mind and has come to terms . . . and this is where he was with the IL-2 treatment. So to have that option ripped from him, threw us both into limbo. Another wait. Another coming to terms. But it is better now. We are chugging along again on all four cylinders.

On a different note, the Kidlet came down from school this afternoon for an appointment and we managed to squeeze in a late lunch at Panera's before heading back to the house. She first arrived in the loft carrying Pippin and quietly discussing with her the option of moving in with her at her apartment. We nixed that idea. Next she appeared carrying Bear . . . who overflowed from her arms in all directions. She was sweetly asking him if he would like to move in with her. Again, the idea was vetoed. Like Goldilocks, she marched back in with Ninja, cuddled in her arms. Same conversation. Same resounding no. She left shortly thereafter, but not before we checked her backpack for occupants . . .