Monday, August 03, 2015
My kitty Gandalf died. She was 17 years old and we tried to save her but it was too late.
My son is going to Law school. I am worried about him. He is the one that is bipolar and by the way he is up still too and it is 2 AM. He will be in an entirely new city with an entirely new routine.
I continually have a staff turn over so hopefully will begin to see a lot of new faces.
Hopefully the face looking back at me in the mirror will be skinnier. Lines and all. I don't care I just want to be healthy.