Morning rite went well.
I will say however that I know why I woke up the previous night the way I did. I had to rush one of my kitties to the clinic, then to the animal hospital. She’s pretty sick, so far they’re saying diabetes and kidney disease. She’s only eight. She’s the sweetest teddy bear of a kitty. I’m a wreck. I worked from home, but not really. I was gone from 11am-5pm for the whole thing. She’ll be in the hospital next 3-4 days.
Noon rite done once I got home.
I think about how this year would’ve gone had I not done the rite and have concluded it’s given me strength I would NOT have had. I don’t even want to contemplate where I’d be right now otherwise. The death of my friend and my cat’s illness and so much of everything else would’ve happened regardless.
I spent the evening watching tv with my other cat. They’re sisters and I don’t think they’ve been apart since they were born.
I don’t recall the last time I’ve prayed so much. Shittiest day I’ve had since I found out my friend died. I hope my kitty pulls through.
Past few days Peter Gabriel’s “Big Time” has been in my head. I don’t know why. I’m also a lot less certain that this operation will go on for as long as I thought it might have. If something freaky happens to my job or I get some sort of “directive” to take a week off in Oct/Nov, I won’t be surprised. I’ll put it like that.
In the meantime, praying like hell to Artemis/Diana for my cat.
Evening rite went…well, about as well as it can be.