Can't shut the cat anxiety off. It's always running. Someday maybe I'll have known them long enough and gone long enough without a disaster that I can stop constantly fretting.

They seem pretty happy today, though-- the closest thing to Cat Drama is that Peebles DESPERATELY wants back inside for a ninth(!) playtime. Oh, and I took her feather away. Neosporin was involved in the aftermath. She's still a good kitty. :)

Otherwise, yeah, the general malaise is still wearing deeply at me. Most of my friends seem bummed for one reason or another, the apparent consensus is that the country's stuck in a holding pattern before it gets worse again, and I'm just... stuck every day, trying to find some aspect of my culture I'm not low-grade allergic to.

Everything is boring. Except work, which has been a little too interesting, with a string of really bad, delicate, difficult evaluations to write. I'm currently stuck running a lot of interference between the

And seeing my whole stimulus, assuming we ever get one, getting eaten up by taxes has been demoralizing. Though here too I am SO MUCH LUCKIER than everybody else. I didn't need it, it was just a Royal Road back to having some savings and getting to buy some nice stuff for once. I get to do it the honest way now, I guess. *shrug*

New Orleans is still very pretty and Peggy is still very patient so as long as they and the cats stay intact, I guess things are okay. I can't stop thinking about what will happen someday when they're not. I should probably be in therapy, but there's just no fucking way I'm going to have the energy to set that up until we're back to something like normal.