A fragile feeling.

I did have the luxury of suffering no losses for the last two and a half years. I guess what is kind of cheerless is that I find that a comfort. What a stroke of luck that no member of my family has passed in that long of time. I am such a fortunate guy!

It begs the question, “How much more can I lose before I lose my mind?”

Frankly, there ain’t much mind left to lose. Most of it got fried in a drug induced fire that was called the 1980s. It is odd that I have any memory of that decade. But what little mind I have left is fragile tonight.

Max is running around the house, screaming like a banshee. He knows his brother is gone. And he knows what I have done. He actually is starting to show me some respect. (I kid. If my throat is slashed in the night tonight, check for dried blood on his cuticles. And check carefully! Max is as abusive as ever.)

Unless he wants a good petting!

And me? I’ve been looking at pictures of this amazing cat who shared a home with me.

À ta prochaine vie, mon cher ami!!! Je t'aime!!!!