Well, the last six months have been incredibly hard, which is why updates have been few and far between.

If it could go wrong, it did. Murphy is my patron saint, it seems.

Stress caused a strange autoimmune condition to develop, which may be permanent and require taking medication for the rest of my life. Being sick (with it) meant lowering my courseload, and a mistake in the records led to me losing funding for school, which may also be permanent. I got the flu on my birthday, developed complications, and still have them a month later.

Probably the worst thing:

My cat of 20 years, Faddy, had to be put to sleep last night.

I made the decision. My boyfriend, bless him, paid for everything. He's had his own losses in recent memory so it brought up a lot of stuff, on top of being very fond of her. Even my friend T is a wreck about it.

It's weird being in a house without a cat. It doesn't feel like she's gone.