So It Goes

Some days are hard to follow with just regular days, but as the great man said, so it goes. Thank you all so much for your kind words and sympathy.

(I'm thinking, btw, that my reward tattoo when I've lost the rest of the weight is going to be So it goes. According to Kurt Vonnegut, it's what they say on the planet Tralfalmadore when somebody dies. It's what he's most often quoted for. I bet I won't even be the first person to get that tattooed, either.)

So, the next day. K is having a very hard time with it. R has a lot going on, and that distracts her, and I am just older, I guess. Of course it's sad; we are all sad. K, I think, is depressed. She needs something to distract her, too. Well, tomorrow we are finally having that lunch with the Sibs and her kids, Monday is K's last day of classes for the semester, and this week will be her last at the Giant Jeans Conglomerate. Hopefully, she'll also sub a few days this week.

In the meantime, my allergies have kicked in big time, and I woke up this morning (after a terrible night's sleep) with a sore throat, achy ears, and the whole stuffy/runny nose experience. I've been pretty miserable all day. My stomach does seem to be settling down, though. And we were distracted for part of the day.

R's roommate is moving out, not because of any falling out between them, but that was leaving R with a three bedroom apartment she couldn't handle on her own, and trouble finding a new roommate. Even though she was happy where she was, she realized that it would be best to start looking for her own place, alone. She had appointments to see two today, so K and I went with her.

One was a studio in a fairly large apartment building in Jersey City. Ten years ago, you would not have wanted to move to Jersey City, and ten years from now, everyone will be dying to move there. 2007 ... not so sure yet. Anyway, it's too far and the apartment, a studio, wasn't great. Then we went to see a one-bedroom in the city she's living in now, just a few blocks away from where she's already living.

It was just adorable. It looks like a very old building, older than the 1917 the owners think it is, and full of charming details. A small apartment building with six or seven apartments in it. I think it must have been a large single family house once, but was cut up into units long ago. There are three floors; the place was saw was on the third floor, up a winding staircase. (Love those.)

Anyway, it's two nice size rooms and a bathroom. The first room has the kitchen in it, but there's also room to make it a living room/dining room. And there's actually a back porch, of all charming little details. After much discussion, and R saying she would call the owners on Monday morning, she called them this afternoon, so the place is hers. I think she'll be very happy there. And it met one of her most important criteria:

She can have a cat there.

Which makes me feel worse for K, since now R has the chance to get her very own kitten, while K mourns for little Q. (We still have BooBoo, of course, who actually pooped in the litter box today, first time in years. Interesting.)

Okay, time to collapse somewhere.


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