Oddly enough, all that time has been rapidly used up due to several occasions.
Shortly after the big ax, His Lordship and I traveled to Greece for my best friend’s real life big fat Greek wedding.
It was awesome. I ate feta for breakfast, Greek salads for lunch, and more feta for dinner.
I even ran (once), and it was straight up a mountain. (And I stopped three times and cursed His Lordship for making me do that.)
The wedding was situated on top of a mountain (which we walked up), and we danced traditional Greek dances at the reception.
It was a most fantastic trip, and a nice break from reality. However, we are going to have to step it up for our big day. I suggested riding in on a dolphin. Yay? Nay?
I’ve also spent a lot of time at the vet.
Shortly before Labor Day, Astor grew rapidly ill. We found out he has Chronic Kidney Disease, and have been giving him subcutaneous fluids every morning and evening. He hates it. But at least he’s returning more to his “normal” self every day. We’re not out of the woods yet with my best feline friend, so think of all the good thoughts for him. (HE’S ONLY SIX AND A HALF, PEOPLE. THAT’S YOUNG IN CAT YEARS.)
A lot of people have asked me what’s next. Truthfully, I don’t know. I suppose I’ll focus on that after the big nuptial party.
And that’s in 12 days.
I promise to touch base more. Just as soon as the curve balls quit coming.
“That’s life,” my dad says.
Well then, father dearest, let me figure out how to handle it without giving myself a stroke.