Flip flop

Life has been flipping back and forth between being great and sucking for the past couple of days...

Flip - work has been sucking. There are some absolutely ridiculous things that happen here, and if I didn't think it would put our mortgage pre-approval on the line I'd get a new job right now (keep your fingers crossed that the complex will be ready to close within the next month).

Flop - I work with some great people, who are incredibly awesome. I'd go insane if it weren't for them.

Flip - I left here livid yesterday. As soon as we close I'm going to the agency that helped Trey find his job. I wonder if this crappy work thing is why I've been so exhausted for the past week and a half...

Flop - I noticed some girls yesterday standing on a street corner trying to read a map and looking really confused, so I stopped and asked them if they were Ok. They said no, and within a few minutes I was able to help them figure out where they were and how to get where they wanted to go.

Flip - I got home yesterday and Willie was sitting up against a wall, back in our bedroom (usually he's on the bed). I called him and he didn't move at all. I got down and started petting him and he was responsive, but not as much as he usually is - he didn't purr at all, and usually all you have to do to get him to start is look at him the right way. I picked him up and held him but when I put him down he went back to his spot by the wall. He stayed there all evening - didn't come sit with me at all.

Flop - My husband is awesome. He brought me a vanilla Frosty when he came home, and let me vent.

Flip - Willie again - I picked him up and brought him to bed, but still no purring. He stayed there for part of the night but ended up back in his spot by the wall. If he's still like this tomorrow he's going to the vet, but that scares me, too...if he needs some kind of major procedure a) we're not going to be able to afford it, and b) we always said that because of his FIV, we'd do the humane thing and put him down rather than put him through scary, possibly painful procedures that he wouldn't understand. He's such a wonderful cat and he's brought us so much joy over the past 2 years that it would be far worse for him to suffer at all, than for us to be selfish and keep him around.

I guess that's it for now - sorry to end on a down note. Doesn't help that it's gloomy out...