Tuesday, November 13, 2001

This was not a good day. We lost our 17 year old cat. My husband's hand is infected, and the doctor is talking about a possible hospital stay.

I wrote my bare minimum of 500 words on the novel, and fought those out over about three hours. I did write what turned out to be a fun, silly piece about the cat we just lost. It was good and depressing at the same time.

Tomorrow the people come to do the cable modem hook up. I wish I could say I'm looking forward to it.

I'm going to bed now.

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