Yesterday I turned 38! My mom went into labor with me on Labor Day, 1969!! Talk about hard work..ha ha!! Wish she was here to celebrate with me. Had a great weekend with Larry down in Grants Pass. We stayed at the Weasku Inn in a cabin for 3 nights. I was glad to get home, though. I'm always worrying about our little kitten, Aran. She was sure happy to see us, though, and her kitten cold seems to have gone away. It's weird and annoying. When you lose so many people in such a short period of time, you are convinced that everything and everybody else will suddenly drop dead. It is a horrible paranoia that I still can't shake. I think it is a permanent part of my grief. Oh well. Despite the good weekend all I feel is sad right now. I don't even feel like describing it. Hopefully it will have vanished tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed now (maybe)

do the jerk * do the frug