gchpaco

To whomever decided that not only does exit 1 of the 134 not need an onramp westbound, but that exit 2 doesn't merit any kind of onramp at all and all onramps for exit 3 should involve some kind of massive construction job of the type to be finished in a decade if they're feeling plucky: I hope badgers invade your home and feast upon your reproductive equipment.

That said, to the cop who came up behind me at at least 90 desperately needing to get to somewhere on Fairview in a hurry: thank you for ignoring my speeding arse and going on to do whatever the fuck needed doing at 90 mph at 2:00 in the morning on a Saturday evening but somehow did not warrant turning your lights on.

Mom called me today to tell me that Paco was really not doing well. He is horribly thin, mostly unresponsive, and won't blink. He won't even track with his eyes, I think he's blind. He has a terrible time with his balance, won't eat and won't drink. Mom thinks he won't last the night, and we have an appointment with the vet to euthanize him tomorrow anyway. I miss him already.

My cat Paco, from whom I constructed the screen name I usually go by, has a large build-up of fluids in his abdomen. The fluid is being tested, but the vet says that only happens for cancer or heart failure.

Things I am very happy to have:

• iPhone


• Google Maps

• tie a bowline

I bought an iPhone today. While this is very cool, it did necessitate changing my phone number again. The new one is 805-689-1451.