Today is rife with foreshadowing, and most shadowy is the fore being shadowed. Yesterday, Rocky, my mother's adopted dog, was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and given days/weeks to live. Today, my cat, Lady Grey, was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, and given a day (or so) to live. My cat is over 18 years old, I remember when she was born, and knowing that she's already exceeded her species' life expectancy does not decrease the degree of suckage. The cherry on the sundae is that my grandmother is still losing weight, mostly because, as she says, "food just doesn't taste good any more". I have this feeling that there's something I ought to be doing about all of this, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what that could be. (and just as likely if I can't) In other news, I'm thinking that I'll have to go and retrieve my eldest son out of JAX for a permanent visit in the near future, if the situation up there does not improve markedly and quickly. Other than that, everything's fine. I've registered for 13 credits worth of school, starting next week. ... yeah. Well, at least I'm not depressed, anymore... LOL
mood: uhmmmmm... good question.
music: Punto Omega - Guerra en los cielos (DigitalGunfire.com - [Industrial:EBM:Futurepop] Long Range, Hard