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Interesting colors

That was taken back in may when Russ was home.  I really loved the layers of clouds and the various colors, part of it because of the car windshield.

Not a particularly good day.  Guy is ill again, and there is nothing I can do for him except hope he gets better.  It's hard to say how this will go, but my intuition says that it's not good.  I don't know where he is right now.  He was out in front of the house until sunset, but when I went out to get him and put him on the porch, he had disappeared.  That might be good -- that he felt well enough to head somewhere else.  Or it might be bad and he crawled under the porch.

I know there is a point where you just can't do any more for the cats.  I've done the best I could for Guy.  I know it.

But I wish Russ was home.  For me, at least, even if there is nothing more we can do for Guy.

This has totally screwed up my work day, of course.  I am desperately trying to get work done on the nonfiction book, and every time I start to make some progress, something else comes along and pushes me straight back out of it.  It's a good thing that I am obsessed with writing every day, and that (aside from the newsletter for DAZ) I had already told myself I could work on nothing but this book.  Otherwise, I think there would be no hope at all.

I am finally over 20k on it.  I need 40k more.  Normally, for me, that wouldn't be a problem.  A week's work, maybe.  I'm looking at two months and hoping I can get it done in time.

Uck.