This Is The Real Weepy And Like Tragic Part Of The Story
O my brothers and only friends!
Spang! Thus goes the big medicine ball deep in my gut. Today was Pea's Moving Day, and so I am now alone in the house with my stuff, Julep the Catlet, and the plummeting sensation that accompanies the emergence of potential change into actuality. Somehow today I have to focus myself and build the black box. My time here grows short.
Really, I can't dwell on this page for too long, or I'll start keening or something equally embarrassing.
LATER:
The build is going well...the new enclosure is easy to work with, and I'm more than halfway done. In other news: cats hate the Dremel tool. I haven't seen Julep all day, which is unfortunate. She's about as disrupted as I am right now, and would be good furry company.
What she doesn't know is that she'll have a whole new place to make her own when all this is over. Me...I'll have a whole country! (Tee-hee)
