Stuff has happened. All ye who follow my LJ have heard it all, since I have no secrets and tell no lies. I just rarely find anything to be publicly blogworthy until it all accumulates into this big ball of… accumulation. So how do I want to go about this, I wonder… hmm.

Well, the bad news. First and foremost.You’ll remember that my big white thundarrcat Moses passed at the end of this past summer. It was a shock to the system on so many levels… one in particular being that he bit it before Carmie, who I sometimes lovingly refer to as “Parkinson’s Kitty” and “Old Man Pants”. We always figured him to be older than Moses, so we always figured he’d move on first. When Moses went, we knew Carmie couldn’t be too far behind. This morning, about six months later, Carmie went. It’s… odd. I wasn’t there when it happened, and I didn’t “say goodbye” so I don’t have the image of his death in my mind. I also have the comfort of knowing that Mo is waiting for him. So… while it hurts… and I’ve suffered a wet face all day in private moments… I’m doing better with it than before.
Still. Of course. He will be greatly missed… and always fondly remembered. Love you, duder…

*sigh*

Shaking my hands out a bit, now. There is good news. I’m doing well in all of my classes, staying on top of things (and even ahead in some respects), so my academic life contributes only minimal amounts of stress to my general life. The worst thing about this semester is, still, the driving. But not for very much longer… bringing me to good news point number two: I’m moving to Lexington. I have my address, and a tentative move-in date in two weeks. I’m not sure when Kev is coming up to hang his hat, yet… hopefully not long after. It’ll be grand to be closer to campus, but it sure would suck to have to bimble around by my lonesome for too terribly long.

Other big news: My car broke 100k miles last week. Poor ol’ baby… I have to take it easy on her from now on, huh? Also, I’ve quit smoking. It’s been two weeks and two days since my last cigarette. Congratulate me, assheads. And finally, today is Kev’s birthday. Happy birthday again, babycaeks! Now fuckin’ blog somethin’ already!!

I hate those moments where you think you should probably be saying something, but the things worth talking about have so few words, and the rest would amount to nothing more than random fart-noises.  I always have things to say when I don’t have a (public) blog, but having one just serves to gum up the works… like finally getting a dream journal set up, and then you stop dreaming…

I suppose the biggest news since the last news that was really big would be an event already written about in great detail on my Livejournal, and very nicely stated on my brother’s blog, which is the passing of my long-time furry friend, Moses.  He passed Saturday morning at 11:32.  Though I had been prepared for this months ago when his health first started to decline, it’s still hard.  As I was telling Kev that morning, for the longest time, Moses was the only man I could ever really count on to be there and be supportive when I needed him most.  I like to think that maybe he stuck around to make sure I’d be alright without him… that I was finally in good hands.  And I do believe that his following Kev from one room to the other when walking was somewhat of a task was an approval of sorts… Mo could generally care less about people outside of the family, so that’s sort of a big deal.

Then again, I’m very sentimental, so that “I like to think” could be total bollocks.  Still doesn’t stop me from liking the idea.

He will be greatly missed.  Fat boy.  Turkey butt.  Thunder butt.  Momar.  Momo.  Mo-ron.  Moder.  Love you, Mo.