Sunday afternoon randomocity - endings, etc. . . .

I'm at the point in my life where everything seems to be coming to an end at once.

My dad won't be around much longer, for one thing. I'm not as close to him as a lot of people are to their parents, but still, it's a big change.

From what his vet tells me Atari won't be around much longer, either. That tumor in his belly will probably rupture any time now and he'll bleed out internally. Every day when I get home from work I hold my breath until I see that he's still alive and kicking. I do take some solace in the fact that his condition shouldn't cause him any pain--when he does go he should do so without pain, though if he's awake when it happens he'll probably be aware that something is going on. When that happens I really don't know what I'll do. I'm really not sure that I'll be able to handle it. He's a huge part of my life and I love him so much it scares me.

On top of all that, the fact that sometime in the next year I'll have to move to Douglasville if I want to keep my job. That's something I'm dreading. I don't want to live within spitting distance of Atlanta. I hate Atlanta. I avoid that place as much as I possibly can. So, of course, I'm going to have to live there. Dammit.

I am happy that my goddaughter's commercial is airing regularly. I'm seeing it at least a couple times a day now. Very cool. Saw it this morning, actually.

And now I feel like I'm getting sick. You know that feeling you always get when you're coming down with something? I've had that since last night. Terrific. And of course I'm out of everything I could take for it.

Oh, well. I was planning to work on my next project a while, today, and I still might, if I have the strength. Need to work on the plot a little more, sort of work it into shape. That'll be fun. So I keep telling myself.

I'll get by. Maybe something new will arise to replace some of the things that are dropping out of my life. Let's hope!