flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Also, my kitty has a cold, and I know, I know, it’s just sneezing, it’s fine. He ate his breakfast as usual, and we just last Friday saw the vet for his yearly checkup and she said that he was bursting with health and also fluff, and it’s just a cold.
Which doesn’t mean that I’m not spending my work day picturing him dying of pneumonia at home, because of course I am. Someone reassure me?
(Actually, now that I think about it — maybe he caught the cold at the vet’s office? Or possibly the kitty plague? Should I call them? I’m just paranoid, right?)
“Go away, woman. I’m watching my stories.” – Sir Charlie Sneezypants of Coldonia