Okay, so ‘tomorrow’ was a long time coming. But I guess I’ve had a lot on my mind one way or another.
The bad news I mentioned is that our dog, Fred, who is only seven years old, was pronounced terminally ill by the vet. I was really shaken by the news, and on reflection not entirely convinced the vet wasn’t being overly fatalistic—but technically, Fred is mom’s dog, and she has accepted the diagnosis.
Fred has seemed kinda okay since. There was one day where he seemed like death warmed up a couple of weeks ago, and we thought the end was near. But whatever the cause actually was, he recovered. The treatment the vet has given us seems to be working okay for now, and you’d never guess he was ill. No way of telling how long he has left. I’ll really miss him; I hope he’s around for a good while yet.
Otherwise, yesterday I was 33 years old. That depressed me a bit. It was a dull day. I went for a counselling session—yes, now I’m having counselling, but I don’t know if it helps much. And I bought a CD with some birthday money; the new Garbage album, which I think is quite okay after all (it got a few bad reviews). Then I went home and got depressed, but hey, I have a right to do that on my birthday.
I recently made the decision to give up my flat soon (probably) and live at my parents’ place again. The flat costs too much money and I spend most of my time at my parents’ anyway. I guess I need to leave ‘independence’ until such a time as I can really afford it. I don’t want to live on my own right now, and I also want to spend a bit more time with Fred while he’s still around.
So ends another month! Happy Halloween and all that. I’ll be back with more rambling, I expect, in November. Take care.