I'm not all sunshine and roses, you know!

Figaro has plateaued in his recovery. He's still not back to normal, but he's definitely better than he was. I know the process will be slow, but it would be really nice to see more signs of him putting on some weight and getting some strength in his rear legs back. Using our very inaccurate scale, it appears he may have put on as much as a pound, so that's good at least. He's purring a lot and wants to cuddle more than usual. Anyone know if steroids cause lovey kitties?

On the bad side, Figaro's vet bill killed us this month and we are ridiculously broke. If Jacquelyn's financial aid doesn't come in before the semester ends... well it doesn't look good. My financial aid check doesn't come in until early-to-mid January, so that isn't going to help us much for December. It seems like I always have this end-of-the-year pinch. I want to blame it on the trifecta of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

Work was sending drivers home early today, so I couldn't pick up a shift. Perhaps I'll work Sunday. I'm definitely going to have to pick up some extra shifts, especially since I'm taking time off to go to Vermont for Christmas.

In the meantime, I guess I'll... clean? I do have some reading for Environmental Issues to do. I am having a hard time concentrating on school. I've only got like 3 classes left before the end of the semester, which means four major exams, but with everything going on my head is not in it.

This has been kind of a shit last-half of the year. Since my surgery in the summer, it has been one thing after another. My heart, Jacquelyn's hip, school stress, extra school stress, money stress, Jacquelyn's step-father turning into an alcoholic lying cheater, Ethan's maternal grandfather dying, Ethan's mom having a nervous breakdown, Ethan's mom not having a job for months and months, Ethan's mom finally getting a job and immediately starts talking about moving to Alaska. Jacquelyn is ridiculously stressed out, Ethan is stressed out, I'm stressed. It feels like if we can get through this year, things will be fine.

I hope. I need to manifest some Ketherian infinite potential. I need some Jupiterian fortune up in this hizouse. Hell, yeah.

P.S. I just looked up "trifecta" and it doesn't mean what I thought it meant. Inconceivable!

P.P.S.  The girl cats never get this close without fighting, ever.  Napping together, that's insane.  Look outside and tell me if brimstone is falling.