Crappy/Happy New Year
On the one hand, today our older cat died, euthanized after a weekend in intensive care, miserable and emaciated from acute renal failure.
On the other, tonight Charlie woke up crying. When I went to him and picked him up, he immediately snuggled in and started chatting happily, forgetting whatever had been bothering him, remarking that there was a pillow on the chair, Babar — "king ovva elephants, shoes with spats!" — in his crib, and, hey, looky there! a humidifier in the corner. "No talking," I whispered as I patted his back in the dark room.
"No talking," he repeated, then thought for a moment and made a decision. "Charlie will laugh," he said. "Ha, ha, ha.
"Charlie is laughing. Ha. Ha. Ha."
I have to believe this all balances out. I believe we will all be okay.