First the cat got sick, then the cat got better, then the cat got sicker. Then I got sick, then Tabitha got sick, then I got sicker. Then the cat got better again. Then the car got sick, then Tabitha got sicker, then I started to feel a little better.
Those were the last two weeks.
Then, this weekend we got a new car battery, learned the cat needs special food, drove up to Santa Rosa, celebrated the birthdays of my Dad and I, ate cakes, opened presents, devoured food, went for walks, fought our colds, watched SNL, figured out what was wrong with my folks’ router, suggested an external USB floppy drive to her folks, packed up the car and headed home.
I’ve been 28 for roughly four hours now.